Bab 280: Flower Wreaths

My tail quivered in excitement as I remembered the trove of flowers in my spatial ring. Tana looked at me quizzically as I, spurred on by Korra, held my ring over the table. "I tried to get the flowers you'd like, but I've never done something like this before," I mumbled, anxiety invading my excitement. "I-I hope they're alright."

"If they're from you, I'm sure I'll love them!" Tana said, beaming at me. "Out of curiosity, how many did you–"

My ring shivered, spewing unbound sheaves of flowers into the air. For a second, the air blossomed with a sea of color, flowers falling in heaps upon the table. The sudden appearance of so many flours unleashed a wave of pent-up pollen. The faint haze billowed into the air, mixing with the woodsmoke in swirling patterns in a thick, musky aroma.

Korra let out a bright, joyful laugh, clapping her hands together. "Looks like you brought half the meadow! They're beautiful!"