~ SASHA ~
An hour later Sasha's head spun and nerves tingled in her stomach. It was going to be so, so easy to go wrong and make this harder for Zev. She'd had no idea.
"I can't even speak to them without them thinking that I'm receiving their interest?" she asked, incredulous.
"Not one on one," Kyelle corrected. She had become brighter and warmer as she'd warmed up to her subject and they'd moved away from Zev. She seemed to truly want to help Sasha understand. Sasha just hoped she could remember it all. "If you sit at a meal or a gathering, where a group is discussing something, you are relatively safe—though it's probably better not to smile at anyone. And definitely don't meet their eyes if they preen."
"Preen?"
"You know, show themselves off. Display their bodies, or feats of strength. Or if they bring you something they've made."
