It's not her field. The flowers are all pink, rather than the mix of colors to which she's accustomed, and there's far more of them than she expects, the grass between them almost hidden by the bright-colored petals. The structure in the distance is not a ruined orphanage, but an ornate tower. And there are trees where there shouldn't be.

But there are similarities, too. The sky is bright and blue, sunlight pouring through the clouds, a sharp contrast to the dark gloom of the tunnels she's just made her way through. The bright scent of flowers tickles her nose. And perhaps most importantly, pink petals drift through the air, easily caught in her hand.

Besides, isn't it true that so far, everything in this Void has been a mix? Perhaps this is its manifestation of her field, just... joined with something else.

And if it's even partly hers, she has to try.

Rinoa's fingers curl around a petal as it drifts past, the magic flowing through her as easily as it did the first time. Her eyes close, her fingers open, and any onlookers will see the flower petal gone, a single white feather in its place. She pulls her hand back, letting the whirl of petals carry it away...

...to nowhere. Instead of traveling the way she wanted it to, it just joins the swirling wind of petals.

She wasn't meant to hope, but the disappointment weighs heavy on her heart even as it writes itself all over her face.