Phoebe followed, after grabbing a bottle of water. She looked about, then went over to a large tree. She looked up at the sun, taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, and imagined a small area of flowers growing, blooming all different colours. She could feel them growing, and she edged them on, almost communicating with them. Almost. They rose to the sun, opening their petals. 

She opened her eyes, grinning, spinning about, she threw out a hand, a strawberry plant blooming, flung out her other hand, relishing the freedom of using her power without fear. She danced to the side of the flowers, flinging up her arms, letting a small tree grow. She nudged them all to life. 

She was laughing, and kicked off her shoes, digging her toes into the earth. She realized she was getting carried away, and stopped. "That was probably childish..."