Mab wasn't precisely late, but she definitely wasn't early. Finishing a conversation with a pixie perched on her finger, she watched the tiny woman flit away, aurora eyes following it before letting her hand fall to her side. The grass all around her feet had frosted over but the cold clearly did not bother her as she was still barefooted, despite the formality of the dress. She wore a circlet of thorny, blood red roses rested on her head, preserved in ice. Her nod to the Seelie festival, the air around her was noticeably cooler and still she moved to stand in the shade of one of the trees around the clearing. A small, childlike fae appeared at her side and held up an crystal glass with something golden inside. Mab took the proffered drink and let her eyes scan the crowd, settling for a moment on the Seelie King and Queen in the distance.