Ashelia cleared her throat as she snapped back to reality. She talked the talk, time to walk the walk. "Of course." She brought Angeal several pieces of parchment. Each one had a drawing of a different coloured flower on them. Upon closer inspection, while the colours were very different, the petals made it clear they were all indeed the same type of flower.

"The seeds are unremarkable in appearance. Brown, ovular, like many flowers'. The bloom can range from purple to black, and looks much like a simple lily. It is said that the bloom's aptitude - that is, what properties it possesses and what purpose it will best lend itself to - becomes clear depending on the colour of its bloom."