[center][@Celaira][/center][color=8493ca][i][h1][center]Esyla Algrea[/center][/h1][/i][/color]

Eslya's shoulders tensed and she found herself spinning around and heading towards where the group of freshmen stood before she realized she'd made a decision.  Her crimson eyes locking on cerulean blue, narrowing dangerously as she effortlessly bypasses the children nearest to her sister and gracefully kneeled down to check Whsype's near ashen-pale face. 

[color=8493ca]"I'd suggest you close your mouth and make your way to class. We all know how behind you are, good day."[/color] She stated flatly, waving her right hand dismissively before focusing solely on her sister, her left hand gently reached forward to cup one of her sister's cheeks. [color=8493ca]"You okay Whys? I can help if you'd like."[/color] She knew Whyspe hated when others babied her but Esyla couldn't help it.  She glanced around at the group and offered a smile, her fingers trailing down her cheek and gently squeezed the back of her neck. Her gentle touch belayed the anger she felt raging away within her, she took a deep breath and gently lifted Whyspe to her feet. 

Her hand absently carding though soft, silk white hair, Esyla snarled softly as she glared into cerulean eyes, her shoulders rolling slightly as she wait, an arm draped gently across her shoulders. She couldn't help always moving to her sister's defense, ever since they met so many years ago, she'd had no one to help or look after, she'd been an only child.  

No one messed with Whyspe, [i]no one.[/i]