"You look nice. Dressing up for something? Or maybe someone?" R'lissea asked as I passed her in the hallway the next morning, humming softly to myself.
"I-is it that strange?" I asked, blushing and tugging at my neckline, trying to cover a bit more of the inside cleft of my modest breasts. Always, before, when I'd worn a blacksand dress, it had been fitted but loose, yet now, months later, it was snug.
She took my hands, pulling them from the narrow plunging neckline. "You're the one who decided to wear it," she teased when I squeaked. "Besides, I think it looks good on you. If anything, you've finally grown into it."
"Don't say that!" I jerked my hands back, crossing them over my chest. My tail waved furiously, drawing giggles from some passing maids.
"Oh, no need to panic. You've still got a ways to go if you want to catch someone like Korra," she said, smiling.
"Or you," I muttered, staring at the floor, abashed.
