Such a wonderful party! Princess Marianne de Hyrule had attended countless parties and receptions in her life, but nothing beats a homely party like this one. The atmosphere was relaxing. The refreshments were awesome. And all seemed to encourage each other just to be themselves. Tonight Marianne just wanted to be comfortable, with her casual clothes and her trusty red hood tucked behind her neck.
She received a challenge (
‘Umm…more like an order’) to head to the nearest Mistletoe and kiss the first person she saw there. Naturally, she was more than afraid at the idea. What if the one there was someone she did not know? So imagine her utmost her relief when she saw the unmistakable yellow hair of her Big Sister Trixie on the spot. With Trixie, it would be alright!
She leisurely glided towards the spot, intending to tap her sister’s shoulder.
“Trixie-“When she saw her kissing another girl smack on her lips, with a body language that told Marianne that was not intended to be simply an innocent way of greeting.
Marianne froze.
She… did not know what to feel. She did not know what the feeling that stirred inside her. Guess… Guess that was not that big of a thing. She was surely overthinking things. Trixie could be very affectionate in her feelings. Her gestures could be very friendly. Too friendly…. Yes. That must be it. She was surely overthinking things. A friendly greetings between two friends. Maybe it is the latest trend to greet each other on the lips… Yes, that would do… That would do….
But that kiss-Face burning red, Marianne stepped forward and lightly tapped her big sister on her shoulder. She was looking down so low it almost seemed her eyes were hidden behind her bangs.
“Uhh…Umm…”She wetted her lips. Her hands on her front, crumpling the front of her skirt to a ball. What to say? What to do? Why should she care? She’d support Trixie whatever it was she intended to do with her romantic life.
Marianne took a deep breath and looked up with a smile.
“Merry Christmas, Trixie~” She cooed sweetly. Her hands moved to give a hug to her beloved big sister.
“Thank you very much for being the best big sister anyone can ask for! You are my Christmas present which I have every day, and I'll be forever grateful for it. I love you!”
A light peck on her sister’s cheek and Marianne bolted out of the area, unable to sort out her thumping heart. She found a quiet spot on the corner of the room where she could lean on the wall and clear up her mind and perhaps cool down her burning face. A spot under
another mistletoe.
Mistletoe…
Mistletoe…
‘…that tall girl was cute…’
Welcome, Marianne.
