"It understands everything we say. So, it knows how much you really don't like it. However, if you speak really nicely to it, it might do what you want. Like this: Oh, great and powerful Wild Magic! I, one of your creations, ask but a simple, humble task of you, that I, a much weaker being, cannot do! Will you please make that flower blossom so then I can see the beauty of this world you have created?"
The Wild Magic on the outside did nothing for a moment, processing the request. Then a small pink flower came into full bloom. Flarea looked at the small flower and smiled. "Thank you," she whispered.
Shui flew next to Flarea. "I was going to go on without you, but you need a guide."