[ Zenyatta eyes widen slightly when a cat disappears in his lap, but there are still others waiting for their turn. One even rubs its head against Zenyatta's palm to encourage more pets. ]

The Iris the warmth of talking with a treasured friend. It is the tree that has roots firmly in the ground while reaching up to touch the sky. It is both everywhere and nowhere, a place and a being and an energy.

[ Good luck getting a more specific, literal answer out of Zenyatta about the Iris. ]