A Promise of my Own

Flowers to choose? With some uncertainty, my eyes skittered over the overwhelming display of blossoms For a second, the vibrant splashes of color swam together, making my head spin, blurring until I felt panic well up in my chest. The expectant gazes of my friends weighed heavily, and I felt my tail swish nervously behind me. Was I bound to disappoint them already?

Suddenly, like a ray of sunshine, a single flower came into focus, a small, unassuming pile in the back. My hand hovered over the dizzying display of color, hesitating but for a moment, and darted forward, selecting a white blossom delicately balanced on a thin stem. The petals were soft and round, with a hint of pink at the heart, like a shy blush. 

"This one?" I asked hopefully, the stem twisted between my anxious fingers. 

Korra's smile was instant. "That'll be perfect. Looks like there's enough, too." She gestured at the small pile of flowers I had selected from.