== Be Ms. Arshin
And there she is, in all her beauty. She is tall, but not more then a grub's height taller then you. Curvy, not giant like Elvira, but not as hopeless as you. She has paint splatters on her face and arms, but spotless clothing. This doesn't bother you, as it gives you the impression of an artistic goddess. The silence lasts a bit longer then strictly necessary, and you realize that you're expected to host, not just ogle. You splutter out a 'hello'. You can feel your cheeks colouring as Betani smiles. In an attempt to recover your composure, you invite her inside….
== Be the welcomed guest
You're thoughts are confirmed as you and Kalipa stare at one another. She's blushing. As she leads you inside, your arms brush up against one another's. The contact sends a little shiver up your back, being so close to your long-unrequited flushcrush, you suppress a sigh.
Kalipa's hive is quaint, not over-the-top, not a lowblood's woodshed. she takes your coat and shoes, compliments your toenail polish, and leads you to her 'sitting room' where little snacks await…
You spend the next… well, what feels like an hour or so catching up, small talk. Neither of you try to make eye contact. When you enquire about her quadrants, she blushes (again!) and proceeds to tell you about her failed attempts at a moirallegiance. She tells you a bit about each quadrant, except matespiritship, you note. it takes a bit of effort not to ask.
As the evening progresses, headed towards dawn, towards sleep, you are aching to touch Kalipa, just to hold hands, just for your feelings to be recognized…