She flushed a bit and shrugged. "Well, It's really not much. I hope I didn't give you too high expectations."
Fishing a scrap of parchment and the rather nice pen that had been a present form her mother out of a pocket in her skirt, she crossed to the table and leaned over it. She thought for a moment, then scrawled the word, "rose" in large, looping letters.
A small glow lit around the parchment, then the letters wriggled and shifted, rising up into the air and suddenly forming a blood red bloom that settled back down onto the table.
Lyssa cupped the flower in her hands and turned to Keiran, shrugging and offering a small, almost nervous sort of smile.