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This was the first springtime that Catra had ever really enjoyed.
In the Horde, everything was always kinda dreary. She hadn’t really gotten out much to see the rest of Etheria while she’d been younger, but to be honest, she hadn’t really realized what she was missing anyways.
Then after Adora left, her mind was so filled with hate that there didn’t seem to be a lot of joy in spring flowers or whatever. Anything beautiful she saw, she wanted it crushed. She hated the beautiful forests and fields in Brightmoon. She was repulsed by all the happy sunshine and beauty.
Now that she was together with Adora, it felt like so many things had changed. It was mostly good, but also scary. She had to unlearn so many things. Adora had very gently walked her through recognizing the world’s beauty. She’d taken Catra on picnics and long walks through the forest. They’d played together at the serene rivers and ponds. It felt like being kids again, just in a much more picturesque place.
And she felt happy. In a way she never had before. There had always been some sort of baggage holding her back, but this was starting a whole new life. It was also the most honest she had ever been, now that she and Adora had confessed. The weight of that love had also been weighing on her for years. It had confused her so much that she’d just decided to hate Adora instead. But she never really had; not really.
Now, Adora would pick flowers from the ground and place them behind her ears. The two of them were sappy and cringey and all the things Catra had been trying so hard to avoid. But it just felt right. Like the blossoming of something new and beautiful.
Maybe that was the essence of springtime.