[ alex... doesn't appear to have come to the yule festivities. there is, however, a tiny black cat with suspiciously mismatched eyes lurking near the fire, perched a little out of the way and watching the activities very intently. for the gods in their midst, she hasn't bothered to hide the threads of her seidr, so honestly, it's pretty obvious who she is. she just isn't quite feeling up to socializing yet.

anyone that gets too close does get a suspicious glance, but it'll pass a moment later, and she'll settle lazily on her side. just this once, she'll let you pet her, because obviously you want to pet her, she's fucking adorable. ]

[ eventually, alex does grace the gathering with her human shape, dressed.. very unlike a viking or a norse god, in galaxy-patterned leggings and an oversized cable-knit pastel rainbow sweater. on top of that, she's-- well, there's no getting around how petite she is. it would almost seem like a joke if not for the gold-handled garotte that even now she keeps laced around her waist like a murderous belt. ]

No, [ she's saying to someone over the rim of her drink, brows arched, ] you really don't want to challenge one of the einherjar. [ please don't judge this book by its cover, she'll drink you under the table. ]

[ she's been avoiding the mistletoe like the plague. she was never a big fan of the tradition in the first place, and considering she'd left a guy back home that she has feelings for, well.. things are just complicated right now.

still, her luck had to run out at some point during the night, and she's looking a little like a spooked cat as she realizes she's wound up beneath a sprig with another person. there's a moment of silence, then she gives them a glance up and down. ]

--Don't make this weird or I'll eat you alive. [ not.. not literally. ]