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The small child made her way into the pumpkin patch, money in hand. She walked with a determined air, going over her goals. She'd go in, get a pumpkin, and go home. Simple as that. Then maybe her siblings would stop hounding her about "Halloween Spirit". She swore, if she heard that phrase one more time.... She sighed, running a small pale hand through her raven curls as she started looking at the pumpkins, paying the other families and children no heed. That is, until a familiar boy caught her eye.

"Hello, Azrael." she greeted, smiling up at the older boy as she curtsied to her ally. "Glad to see I'm not the only one who has grown. How have you been?" The tiny child leaned against one of the larger pumpkins, tilting her head. She was the picture of innocence, which, as the pumpkin demon should know, was naught more than an act.

Aesica smiled that oh-so-sweet smile she was known for, listening. "Yes, I've grown. Sadly, it's not as tall as I would have preferred, but it will do. At least I can walk now. " Still, not being able to reach the counter was quite an issue, but she wouldn't bore him with that. "Things have been alright with me. I'm here picking up a pumpkin for our house. And I still have most of the adults wrapped around my finger, so I rarely get caught."

The girl noticed the bag, a look of curiosity working it's way across her face. "What's that for?" she asked, looking away from the bag and up to the boy it belonged to.

Aesica's expression gained a little bit of actual, non-faked happiness to it, letting out a little giggle. "True. I can fit into the tiny little places people often look over. But not being able to reach things is still tedious." she said, a genuine smile spreading across her delicate, fragile-looking features. How deceptive looks could be. The smile slowly faded from her face as she heard the answer to her question.

The previously happy face now wore an expression of slight concern. "Where are you staying?" she asked, looking up at him. While she didn't want to admit she was worried or that she cared...she couldn't help it. He'd earned the title of ally, and by doing so, he earned her rarely-given concern. She noticed his expression, which cause her to pause. She hesitated before giving the taller boy a hug. "I'm sure it'll be okay." she said solemnly, trying to offer encouragement. Which felt really, really odd considering how little she used such gestures.

Aesica frowned slightly. He wasn't staying anywhere? Well, she couldn't very well have that, could she? Of course not! "You'll stay at my house, then." the small girl said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She pulled out of the awkward hug, hoping she'd done it right. He'd stuttered; that wasn't supposed to happen, was it? Curse her lack of social skills; she'd have to remedy that later.

The frown edged off her face as she replaced it with her usual little smirk. "Right." she agreed with a little nod. "Want to help me pick out a pumpkin? I'm sure you know more about which would best than I do."

"A pumpkin itself?" the little half-fae mused, chuckling. Was someone actually making a joke? She paused a second. She hadn't put much thought into what kind of pumpkin she was going to get. To be honest, she'd thought all pumpkins were pretty much the same. And she still really didn't see much of a difference. But, she tactfully kept this opinion to herself.

"One that's good for jack-o-lanterns." she said after her moment of thought, nodding slowly. "Something sturdy, too. Some of my siblings are...less than graceful." She chuckled slightly at some inner image before looking back up at her friend. "Think we could find one like that?"

Aesica nodded, half-jogging to keep up with her taller, leggier friend. Stupid short legs, not being able to step far enough. She kept her pace, doing her best not to get left behind. The uneven ground of the pumpkin patch wasn't helping, however; she stumbled several times along the way and nearly lost her balance. She put her trust in her friend, since she definietly had no clue when it came to pumpkin-picking.

Aesica, with her general lack of knowledge and interest in picking out orange gourds, had no idea why she'd been chosen for the job. After all, she wasn't the one who was going to carve it. She wasn't the one who was excited abou it. If they thought that this would spark her interest, they were sorely mistaken. Midnight blue eyes looked at gourd, assessing it a moment. Not that she could tell if it was good or not; she'd just have to take Azrael's word for it. "It looks perfect. Thank you, Azrael." she said, offering a small, genuine smile and nodding her head once. Now came the hard part; was she big enough to carry it? She sure hoped so.