It felt good to be wearing her armor again. Not a dress. The comfort of pants, the weight of the metal against her shoulders. She was standing in front of a mirror, staring at herself. Things were missing. Her hair, the black arc of her wings behind her back. With a gloved hang against the mirror she stared, and stared.
The sound of her door opening before she could properly address the knock had her spin around to glare, only to pause and stare before she smiled in return. It was hesitant, she still couldn't quite grasp what happened, but she knew Akki was much more... Less Kingly to her now. The smile was infectios and she shuffled a little and moved a hand to her neck to look away while smiling. It felt strange, to not be formal. It had been such an easy way for them to interact, familiar. Now it was... Intimate and.. Tarlaka could feel her cheeks heat up while he stared.
But that went away when he mentioned the eggs.
Now she was just excited. Her hair, which she had chopped off, was growing back, a few inches long and as wavy as ever, which gave her more of a 'cute' look than she would have liked. Ever. But it suited when she moved forward and grasped his arms, a wide smile on her face. "They are? Really?"
They'd get to meet them, finally. The little orphans. Akkiels adopted dragons. Tarlaka, as excited as ever, brushed passed him, grabbing his wrist to drag him along. Hatching. They could be poking their little baby heads out right now!