Whatever Adora claims, she'd certainly made the planet a lot greener than it used to be, and presumably a lot more hospitable to life. So: still her fault.
And no, she will not hold off on grouching - and she's just opened her mouth, about to complain about that too, when Adora's sudden burst of excitement cuts her off.
"Hey -- Adora!" She protests as she's pulled into a run, stumbling the initial steps before recovering. "What's the big deal, it's just a forest!"
But Catra smells it before they see it. Can actually almost taste the fragrant air as they run, the woodiness and bite of trees and crushed leaves adopting the sweeter undertones of florals, different to Perfuma's favourite varieties but unmistakable all the same. Curiosity keeps her pace matched to Adora's, and though Catra could go faster and overtake her, she lets Adora keep the lead. She'd been disappointed to find that Catra had already, in some form or another, been exposed to most of the things she'd apparently been dying to show her. So she can have this one.
She's hardly out of breath when they stop, but Catra breathes deeply anyway. Her nose is sensitive enough that she knows what to expect on the other side of these vines; and yet, she's still surprised when Adora pulls them back. Nothing at all could have prepared her for the glow of colours, warm and entrancing and like absolutely nothing she's ever seen before. Her only answer to Adora's question is to laugh in surprised delight, taking the lead as she wraps her fingers around Adora's wrist this time and steps eagerly into the hidden area, eyes bright and ears perked and tail active with excitement.
Each step on the flowers sweetens the air, and Catra's nose twitches but she doesn't care about how cloying that's going to become. She does a once-over of the area, searching habitually for enemies or traps, before making a quick beeline straight for the pond. Her eyes are almost sparkling as she tracks the quick movement of the bright fish, ears twitching as her hand tightens on Adora's wrist and tugs to make sure she's looking at those things. There's even some sort of glowing algae in the pond, lighting it through in ribbons, and Catra hates water but this pond? Is totally okay by her.
"Adora!" Her name comes out with that same short laugh of delight, higher pitched than Catra's usual, and she feels so -- young again, looking back up to Adora, practically vibrating with newfound energy. "Are you seeing this?! Look at them!" She juts a clawed finger at the fish, another press of her foot on the soft ground perfuming the air further, and okay yes there are other things to be looking at, but glowing trees they can find in the Whispering Woods and glowing berries aren't too far off from that, and there are glowing. fish.
She absolutely should not give in to impulse. Catra has learned better than that. And yet her attention still darts back to them almost immediately, tail lashing eagerly. Melog would encourage her impulses if they were here. Melog doesn't like it when she restrains herself. Before the war she would have just done it, would have announced "I'm catching them" with confidence and pounced before anyone could protest, probably would have done it as messily and disruptively as possible. But now she stays herself, heart pounding hard as she laughs breathlessly again. "--You sure you don't want to take credit for this?"
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And no, she will not hold off on grouching - and she's just opened her mouth, about to complain about that too, when Adora's sudden burst of excitement cuts her off.
"Hey -- Adora!" She protests as she's pulled into a run, stumbling the initial steps before recovering. "What's the big deal, it's just a forest!"
But Catra smells it before they see it. Can actually almost taste the fragrant air as they run, the woodiness and bite of trees and crushed leaves adopting the sweeter undertones of florals, different to Perfuma's favourite varieties but unmistakable all the same. Curiosity keeps her pace matched to Adora's, and though Catra could go faster and overtake her, she lets Adora keep the lead. She'd been disappointed to find that Catra had already, in some form or another, been exposed to most of the things she'd apparently been dying to show her. So she can have this one.
She's hardly out of breath when they stop, but Catra breathes deeply anyway. Her nose is sensitive enough that she knows what to expect on the other side of these vines; and yet, she's still surprised when Adora pulls them back. Nothing at all could have prepared her for the glow of colours, warm and entrancing and like absolutely nothing she's ever seen before. Her only answer to Adora's question is to laugh in surprised delight, taking the lead as she wraps her fingers around Adora's wrist this time and steps eagerly into the hidden area, eyes bright and ears perked and tail active with excitement.
Each step on the flowers sweetens the air, and Catra's nose twitches but she doesn't care about how cloying that's going to become. She does a once-over of the area, searching habitually for enemies or traps, before making a quick beeline straight for the pond. Her eyes are almost sparkling as she tracks the quick movement of the bright fish, ears twitching as her hand tightens on Adora's wrist and tugs to make sure she's looking at those things. There's even some sort of glowing algae in the pond, lighting it through in ribbons, and Catra hates water but this pond? Is totally okay by her.
"Adora!" Her name comes out with that same short laugh of delight, higher pitched than Catra's usual, and she feels so -- young again, looking back up to Adora, practically vibrating with newfound energy. "Are you seeing this?! Look at them!" She juts a clawed finger at the fish, another press of her foot on the soft ground perfuming the air further, and okay yes there are other things to be looking at, but glowing trees they can find in the Whispering Woods and glowing berries aren't too far off from that, and there are glowing. fish.
She absolutely should not give in to impulse. Catra has learned better than that. And yet her attention still darts back to them almost immediately, tail lashing eagerly. Melog would encourage her impulses if they were here. Melog doesn't like it when she restrains herself. Before the war she would have just done it, would have announced "I'm catching them" with confidence and pounced before anyone could protest, probably would have done it as messily and disruptively as possible. But now she stays herself, heart pounding hard as she laughs breathlessly again. "--You sure you don't want to take credit for this?"