A vase centerpiece adorned their dinner table, filled with an assortment of flowers. Rarity could tell Atchmon picked them only because they looked pretty. There was no theme, or color coordination to be found within the carnation, if anything, it was a small botanical menagerie. But she didn't care, the effort alone was breathtaking. The vase was filled with foals breath, heart's desire, cattails, and white rose lilies to name a few. 