we built this city on broken glass

Her friends? She believed Tobias and Tetradore, of all people, were her friends? How very....quaint. The white-haired child's soft insistence that Tetradore and Tobias would defend her in her hour of need was almost comical and yet, as always, the features of the Southern Alpha remained distinctly unmoving. Frost and his veritable lack of emotion and apathetic demeanor near as infamous as his own white hair. Those very thoughts turning about with silent discord in his own mind. Those words, smooth and cold as always, affording her that singular assurance his own allies would hardly turn agianst him. The girl hardly seeming to understand the word. Hmm. Perhaps she had been poorly educated most of her life if the word 'ally' was unfamiliar to her, at her age. Frost, it seemed, so often given to expect far more of children then perhaps he should. The stallions ability with that younger generation and his ability to relate a perhaps....limited thing. Maeve's ready insistence that her friend were 'the best' only prompted that lift of a singular violet eye as he continued to regard the child before him. Frost still very much holding a certain intrigue for her look. Those cool words parting his lips once more, each syllable tipped in his own accented tones. Tobias and Tetradore were the best?

"That depends upon who you ask."

That near blunt statement was delivered with a distinct lack of emotion once more. Frost, perhaps, lacking any truly natural ability to talk to children not his own. The equine so often prone to forget children were.....not as he had been. The world he saw was not as they saw. His apathetic nature so often made them uncomfortable in his presence. The stallion oblivious to such notions here and now as Maeve queried whether or not that Chimera Pack were his friends. Frost content to continue to consider the curiosity of their similar appearance in those moments that followed. Her question seemingly unheard in those precarious seconds before his equally violet gaze dropped once more to her own.

"Friends is not the word I would use."

He offered simply. Oblivious, once more, to the very idea that such an answer was unlikely to satisfy a child. Frost, for the most part, used to dealing with adults. Adults whom were submissive to him, who understood his own rank in life and so tended to accept his statements without question. Nadya's arrival so readily prompted his attention to shift from the young Fae and to his mate herself. Micah and Isabella in turn readily seeming to fascinate the older child. Just where had Nadya found this girl? Her own comment upon their similar appearances hardly missed, Frost wholly quick to assure her this child was surely not one off his own even if, he suspected, Nadya's words had been offered with a measure of jest. Maeve was quick to seize onto Nadya's presence now. The young Fae hurrying to scramble behind the woman as if his mates physical form might act as some sort of shield agianst him. Frost hardly impressed in any sense. Perhaps the girl did need Tetradore and Tobias. She was clearly a cowardly thing. The stallion already assured he would not permit such behaviour in Micah or isabella in any sense and yet, while Micah had so far proven to be more timid than his sister- both bore that Alpha blood in their own veins. In time, neither, he suspected, would be inclined to linger at the base of any totem pole in life.This child however was another story entirely- and hardly his own to worry on. Frost making some effort at an introduction then, if only to appease his own mate. Maeve reaching to take that offered hand. His head nodded in response to her greeting as he released it once more.

Nadya's very insistence he was a 'bridge troll' coaxed that scowl to his own features as her eyes rolled. That soft, indignant snort falling from him in response as she attempted to assure the Fae child he would not harm her. That concept of mates explained a moment later and yet, he suspected, she was perhaps still to young to fully grasp the meaning of 'mate' and how very much that word meant to his own species.

"I was merely telling her the truth."

His own shoulders lifted in a shrug. Vampires, after all, were distinctly likely to desire the fae girl if only for the allure of her blood. Why she should not be told of that likelihood he hardly knew. Children were far too...coddled these days. She was old enough to understand the concept of danger- so why not tell her of it? Nadya and himself, more than once, having disagreed over their veritable parenting styles. Frost often inclined to think Nadya too soft on the children, Nadya in turn so having to assure him that he need not be so blunt in his explanations of the world to them even if his very explanations were surely true. The world, Nadya assured him, would have plenty of time to teach its own lessons and yet Frost saw little need as to why they could not beat the world to that task. Vampires existed. Vampires hunted Fae- almost relentlessly. The Fae child should be told. To his mind his efforts to inform her were a kindness. Prima Ballerina or not- the world was not about to take pity on her and yet, in this, he was willing enough to yield to Nadya's desires. Frost commenting little more upon it. Nadya instead asking the girl if anyone had tried to take her away. The child regaling them with a tale of just that very attempt- one apparently foiled by Nadya's brother and the Breadstick he called a Beta.

"They can't have been very skilled men then."

Those words were little more then a mutter, loud enough for Nadya alone to hear, the faintest note of amusement lingering within them at that look Nadya was sure to afford him. That fleeting simper touching his lips once more before his attention returned in full to the child before him.

"They were most likely Hunters, I would presume. Hunters desire to take you because they desire to sell you-"

He was near assured he could feel Nadya's eyes upon him once more. His violet gaze cutting sideways to eye his mate before another soft snort fell softly from him. Women. Still, they were better not argued with. Those words offered to his girlfriend then.

"Very well, you explain it to her then."

FrosT