She beamed, playing with a few strands of grass idly. "That's really cool. Do you want to see what Enryli feels like?"
She turned his hand so that it was open, facing the ground, and hers was on top of it. Gently, she pushed his hand into the ground, and a strange warmth radiated from where their skin touched. The warmth traveled up his arm, a strange, but not unpleasant electrifying sensation following it. It cleared his mind instantly and for a moment his hearing and eyesight felt sharp and focused. He would feel a pressure from the center of his palm where it met the ground, and small vines began to emerge from under his hand, curling in the bright grass.
His heartbeat quickened, and he watched their hands with intense curiosity. "Is.. Is this how you always feel?"
"Most of the time," she said quietly, her hand warm against his. "It's not as strong when I'm not using it, but... I think generally, I feel the way you're feeling right now." She gave him a gentle smile before taking his two hands and cupping them, her hands still resting on the outside. His hands made a circle around the spot where he had begun the magic, and a faint gold fog flowed from his palms, swirling into the ground like smoke. For a moment, nothing happened. Quickly, however, green shoots began to appear through the leaves, and lavender emerged from the grass, the stalks reaching up into the air. Eden tilted her head with a small smile. "Huh," she said. "Interesting."
"It's your flower," she said thoughtfully. "When raw Enryli touches the Earth without any intent, it becomes a flower. That changes for every person. Yours, it seems, is lavender."
She gave him a small smile, before pulling her hands away and cupping the soil. A group of white bluebells grew from the ground, much faster than the lavender.
"They're all about the same," she said, tapping the flowers absently. "But we take the language of flowers very seriously."
"Yeah, you know. Sunflowers mean adoration, poppies mean beauty or magic, foxgloves mean insincerity. Stuff like that."
"Oh, well, I'll just have to give you an education, then," she teased, picking a bluebell and twirling it thoughtfully.
