In all Esme's joy, the woman had actually forgotten to be afraid of meeting Conor. Or maybe it was jut the fact they'd spoken online first and he seemed to be nice. Either way, he got Esme at her most open. Which usually took about a hour of careful talking for her to adjust.
She beamed as the smaller tornado danced its way towards her, eyes fixated on the tiny little snowflakes rushing around the vortex. "How on earth do you do that?" She questioned, a joyful little grin on her lips as she carefully skirted around it. Her hand reaching out to run through the windy column until the tips of her fingers were cold and wet from the thawing snow. She'd honestly never met a Fae before, her parents had been against their children mixing with other species. That was why she was loving it here. Meeting so many other people with gifts. It was like a playground to her and she wanted to know everything about the other kids on the swings.
When she heard his voice, her head whipped around to look at him, the wonderment etched on her features. "I can see now why you'd get so mad at people breaking things," she told him, carefully padding around the sculptures towards him. Hand resting back on her box so she wasn't tempted to touch all the pretty things. "These must take you hours!"