Mistletoe Anon
She giggled, holding her hands with her own, "You too! This one is good~ Your hair is like starlight!" she gazed.
Romonia the fox narrowed her eyes, scuffing and turning away. A rather rude fox.
The elf blinks a couple times, then squeezes Misty's hands.
"Starlight? Ah, mih'arael, you are too kind."
She shrugs at the fox and spins the Fae woman around, catching her to make sure she doesn't fall before lightly kissing her forehead.