[ . . . she'll hold onto catra's hand then and with a wave of her other one, a bouquet of bright flowers will rest in adora's hands. white and yellow chrysanthemums, yellow sunflowers, blue morning glories, pink peonies, orange zinnies, and gorgeous red roses. bursting with life, and iris will quietly point at them and explain their meanings to Catra]
Truth, imperial, radiance, willful promises, bravery, loyalty, and love.
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Truth, imperial, radiance, willful promises, bravery, loyalty, and love.
[she gives catra's hand another squeeze]
Anything else before I bring her?