Who: Conor and Esme What: Face painting! When: May 7, afternoon Where: Ice Garden Warnings: Uh...doubtful
Conor was fond of saying that he took his job seriously. Even if he didn't say it to others all that often, he sure as hell told himself. But there was also some room to play around and have fun with things, and Esme seemed like one of the most genuinely nice people on earth. Sometimes Conor wanted people like that around him, it reminded him of a time when he was more open and trusting. Those days were pretty much behind him now. Or at least that's what he told himself anyway.
He knew she was going to come by at some point, so he kept himself occupied while he waited by making the snowflakes dance. Biting winds spun them into white vortexes that danced around him, changing direction and location at a whim. It was a bit of controlled chaos, which for him, was perfect.