Lastly came Winter cloathed all in frize

[rules_winter]

[There appears to be fog or steam rising up around the woman as she appears on screen, in reality it's because behind her is a field of ice leftover from when she froze the water coming out of the pod so she could walk across it without getting wet. Her hair is down, all adding the the abnormal lack of color and making the dark lips and shifting colors in her eyes even more obvious. Her eyes are only sort of in the direction of the screen because she is holding the brochure in her other hand, flipping it over to see if there is any more explanation for whatever god had the audacity to pull her away from what she was supposed to be. And only a god would have that ability because there was no way any humans even in large numbers could have managed the task against her will.]This is unacceptable.

[Gaze lifting from the device in her hand to the surrounding city the Queen looks... annoyed. Which isn't the best mood to have her in but isn't all that uncommon either.] Handmaiden. [Now that sounds more like a demand than a randomly thrown out word. And it is. She's calling for the Leanansídhe and is even more annoyed when the woman does not appear. She'd call for her Knight if she thought he wouldn't run the other direction just to be difficult, he generally had to be suborned into service. Her eyes narrow as she steps out onto a street with passing people and they barely seem to pay her any mind which is not common at all.] Creatures of this demesne, explain.

[And that's about the time things start going frosty all around her, it even crackles into the edges of the screen, icing up trees behind her and something cracks as it freezes so quickly then explodes in a shower of ice shards and wood. One of the lower branches of a tree off to her left side.]

Comments

[rules_winter]

We do not lie. [In polite people terms 'yes really']

Your servant, The Watchman, and I have... had mutual interests on occasion in my world. [It would be rude to say Uriel's Name but all the same he has a hand in her Knight's work.] In general we expect the human's to think of us as myths.

I have a Purpose in my own world and should this distraction interfere with that purpose, the results would be... less than pleasant. [Try catastrophic. Fae find balance and duty extremely important. Well, not so much important as absolutely necessary. It IS. And she thinks this should explain quite clearly her anger. In fact she might be narrowing her eyes a little trying to determine how God expects Her world to cope without Her.]

[whos_this_bitch]

[....The really was more rhetorical, but very good to know indeed.]

If you plan to interfere with the innocents that had nothing to do with our predicament - especially as they have had as much say in this as yourself- I will stop you. [You've given her fair warning, and she's returning the favour. Your anger is misplaced, and she's more than glad the fae is nothing but imaginations on her world if this is how they actually behave.] I have my own Purpose, here as well as at home. And I am not the only one that would make an effort to prevent you from throwing a temper tantrum.

[rules_winter]

[Her head tilts in a baffled, bird-like motion. God seems quite ready to fight about nothing at all. She's starting to look annoyed because that is about the third time God has threatened her in one conversation. Mab can deal with other beings of power with respect but she expects to get the same respect in return. And if they really did throw down, it would likely destroy the entire city and everyone in it. Which seems completely counter productive to God's intentions.

It doesn't help that God has misinterpreted her meaning. In her own world, the absence of Mab would mean the end of everything. Without Winter guarding the Outer Gates, the Outsiders would overrun the world and the end result would be Empty Night. There would be no survivors. Thus the results being less than pleasant. Which she thinks ought to concern God about her own world as well. Surely a Creator has some impact on how the world works and even more of an impact in Her absence. And Mab is annoyed enough with God's continued threats that she is not going to explain herself any more.]

A temper tantrum. It would seem this conversation has exhausted all usefulness. I take my leave. [God doesn't get the customary tip of the head in acknowledgement of another power, just another moment of annoyance while she looks for the power button until she finds it and turns the device off.]