Esme always ran a little warm. It was a werewolf thing. So on a hot day like that she was glad of Conor's request to come for a visit. Holding her little black box of face paints in her arms (that may or may not have pictures of sunshine and rainbows on it), she headed over to the the coolest tent in town.
Her dainty finger's curled around the opening, juggling the box in her arms so she could poke her head inside. Immediately feeling the chilly breeze hit her. It was a pleasant feeling, like the cool crisp bite of winter. "Con-? Oh wow," she attempted to catch the man's attention, but frankly, hers was taken by the sheer amount of wondrous snowflakes and beautiful ice sculptures. She'd never seen anything like it before and the little red head found herself padding into the tent, eyes wide and jaw slack as she took a little spin. Trying to take it all in.
"So pretty.." She practically squealed with excitement. Kind of hoping no one was around to see her little display. Yes, it was no wonder everyone thought she was still a little kid. She was at heart. She wanted to see every inch of this little frozen wonderland. Touch all the things. But she held herself back because she really didn't want to break anything. Not just because she knew Conor hated that, but because it was beautiful and she knew she could be clumsy. She didn't want to ruin it.