No one, friend or stranger, is safe under -this- mistletoe. Breir has her knees and tail hooked over a bar above the archway. As soon as she sees someone walk beneath she drops into a swing. She comes arcing face first at her next victim for the perfect ambush. At least that was her plan. Her aim is off and instead she finds her face colliding with a puff of purple hair. She drops to the floor and scrambles to escape. Daxie would hear the mistletoe miscreant mutter. "Ack! Hairy Kissmiss!"
Daxie strides bouncily through Thayd, Jabbit-like ears perked and wiggling, a satchel of gifts draped over a shoulder. She seems to be talking to herself about one thing or another when all of a sudden she’s flopped upon by another Aurin.
The Longclaw stumbles and drops onto her butt, her fluff of violet hair briefly flattened before immediately springing back up to its usual puffiness. It takes a moment for her to realize the assaulter is scrambling away as she stumbles up to her feet and whirls about. “HEY! HEY YOU!”
“I DESERVE A RE-DO!”
