"Careful… Careful now, Arien…", Vána said as she gently guided Arien’s hands through the motions. "You’ll want to have the stigma complete and stable before you go for the petals. Here, see - it has to be nice and thick, at least thicker than the filaments… Exactly like that, good." She smiled and gently moved Arien’s hands outwards. "Now the petals. Do you know how they look like in your head? Just keep that image, alright? So…" She closed her eyes and collected her own creative power together with that hidden in the flowers surrounding them. Then she let Arien move her hands by her own account, while Vána’s creative energy ran into her hands and slowly formed the blossom of the little plant growing out of the ground between the two sitting Ainur.