When she opens her eyes again the little girl looks as though she's thoroughly pleased with herself and her father looks frazzled and ... chagrined? Mab had missed something while she tempered her emotions back down. Even so the air around them was significantly cooler, fortunately in a park most of the cool seeps back into the warm summer heat but there are still ribbons of fog here and there, barely noticeable, where cold and hot meet.
He draws her attention back to the child and Mab lifts a hand to touch the fine fuzz of red on the child's head, moving slowly enough for her father to stop her if he is not ok with a stranger touching his child. A touch would send a tingle of shared magic between them. Most women would already be leaning in and making childlike noises at the little girl. Mab was definitely more dignified. "Margaret Brown." She repeated the child's name with something like reverence. Straight from her father's mouth. I see nothing wrong with your lips, Mr. Brown." She replied, still looking at the child and she let some tenderness creep into her expression because it would be odd not to were she human. And it was easier to do that others as she had sometimes looked at her own child that way.
Finally she looked up at him and let her mouth drift into a soft smile, she always showed emotion when posing as human. Though sometimes it felt a little cool, standoffish. Like she wasn't used to talking much with other people and wasn't quite sure what was acceptable. "Generally people call me Ms. Sommerset." She offered.
Assuming the parenthisis was out loud but muttered
He draws her attention back to the child and Mab lifts a hand to touch the fine fuzz of red on the child's head, moving slowly enough for her father to stop her if he is not ok with a stranger touching his child. A touch would send a tingle of shared magic between them. Most women would already be leaning in and making childlike noises at the little girl. Mab was definitely more dignified. "Margaret Brown." She repeated the child's name with something like reverence. Straight from her father's mouth. I see nothing wrong with your lips, Mr. Brown." She replied, still looking at the child and she let some tenderness creep into her expression because it would be odd not to were she human. And it was easier to do that others as she had sometimes looked at her own child that way.
Finally she looked up at him and let her mouth drift into a soft smile, she always showed emotion when posing as human. Though sometimes it felt a little cool, standoffish. Like she wasn't used to talking much with other people and wasn't quite sure what was acceptable. "Generally people call me Ms. Sommerset." She offered.