💬 for mah girl Azaron
13 Sweeps/28 Years
It amazes you every sweep how humid it gets here. Sure, you were used to the humidity in your youth, but this was different. Your clothes are heavy, chiffons, silks, marvelous for appearances but dreadful in the heat. There's another party that you need to attend, so you have to dress better than half the guests attending. You need a second opinion on which gown you should wear, and your matesprit is the perfect person to ask. Nothing says you can't also complain about it to Aioane though.
You march through the hive checking block after block, each time preparing to sigh and drape yourself over furniture as soon as you see her, but she's not in the first couple places you check. The sound of shuffling gives her away eventually and you find her digging through a closet, having a dozen discarded gowns hanging around the room. She must be trying to find shoes to match the gown she has on, but that doesn't keep you from sighing and falling into an empty chair.
She turns to face you, and the string of complaints you'd had ready falls apart when you realize she's wearing the necklace you gave her. She looks so pretty in it, and in the gown she's chosen. You hold your arms out and she accepts the invitation, laughing at the way your face sticks to her neck when you hug her. You can complain later, this is nice.