I warn you -- this tends to take the air right out of some people's lungs.

[An enthusiastic laugh as she looks downward again, and settles her hands at the edge of the array. The circle (and the materials on it) flashes with a brilliant pink light, brightening for a moment before dimming down to a dull shimmer.]

[The area around the circle seems to sparkle, as though little gems were littered across the ground; then, slowly, multicolored, stained glass-like blades of grass sprout from the earth. A handful of crystal-like flowers, with metal stems and metal leaves, grow and blossom soon after -- one of which Syre delicately plucks before rising.]

Ah, these didn't come out so bad. This one might make a nice centerpiece.