You must know yourself? Easy to say, harder to do. But it's reassuring to hear that other came to it later in life. She frowns down at the flower beneath her hand.

"For my---culture..." She glares down, it's so hard to explain without spilling everything about herself. About her world.

"For me, it's hard. My mother wanted me to follow one path, my powers are made for it, I agreed to it. It's who I am. It's just not who I want to be, sometimes." With a thrust of her hands, she unfurls, leaning back on both hands to up at the ceiling. And those silly roses. "Why is your art so important to your culture? More so than others."