( helping the weak and downtrodden has never been a top quality of the Frost sisters. they were more... big picture girls than helping each individual on the street.
there are no Frost sisters here. there's a single Frost. a long blonde standing in the street as one young man intervenes on the brutality of landen folk against one of the Blood. it's not a perfect allegory for the world that Esme comes from, but it's close enough that she stops to watch how the scene plays out.
then there's another, pushing through to place himself in the direct path of impending harm. Esme frowns slightly at the boyish heroism, but the two still aren't enough to handle these men alone.
so Esme steps forward. )
Really, doesn't this seem just a bit unfair? ( her eyes flash blue as she stares down the men from behind. ) I could always call for more back up. Even the odds, or maybe just turn them in our favor?
hit and run
there are no Frost sisters here. there's a single Frost. a long blonde standing in the street as one young man intervenes on the brutality of landen folk against one of the Blood. it's not a perfect allegory for the world that Esme comes from, but it's close enough that she stops to watch how the scene plays out.
then there's another, pushing through to place himself in the direct path of impending harm. Esme frowns slightly at the boyish heroism, but the two still aren't enough to handle these men alone.
so Esme steps forward. )
Really, doesn't this seem just a bit unfair? ( her eyes flash blue as she stares down the men from behind. ) I could always call for more back up. Even the odds, or maybe just turn them in our favor?