Mab shrugged lightly, her hand moving slightly in an absent-minded manner. A soft breeze rose and the snow began drifting as if it had a mind of its own until there was an armchair–no, a throne!– made of snow where previously there had been nothing. She sat in it, making herself comfortable, apparently unaffected by the cold.
“Oh, I spent a lot of my early life in this part of the world. It feels calming to retun. And you?”
He looked over a little stunned by the throne that now sat there where there had not been one before. “What are you? I can smell that maybe you are like me, yet you can do that…” He was surprised as he had not seen anyone being able to do that, though he hadn’t been a vampire for all that long.
He got up and moved over to it curiously looking at it as he slowly walked around the throne. “I was born here…this is my first time coming back in years…”
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