Yuna All the movements have to be exact. Relaxed but restrained; open yet strong. They warned me that the art of creation was a difficult one, but I've always felt like out of all the art forms, I could master this one. The arts of fire and wind were too difficult for me to control, water was too unpredictable, and I always thought that earth took too much concentration. Creation was imaginative, but it also took up every ounce of my being to conjure. My magic sparked warm energy in the tips of my fingers as I pulled my wrists in small circular motions to try and summon my object. I was trying to summon a sprout for a willow tree. The masters had been talking about this area of the garden being too muddy lately and I thought a tree as thirsty as a willow would thrive. It was difficult, though, concentrating my energy just right. I came out to the temple courtyard specifically at noon so that while everyone else was eating lunch I could work without any prying eyes. I wasn't nearly as strong as the other students, but once I got my power to come through m creations were something to be admired. I took pride in that.