A nostalgic look appears on her face. "My mother. She kept a garden in our yard; it was our favorite pastime." Nivalia finishes her plate. "I got my cutie mark when my first plant bloomed. A hobby turned into a passion, then a profession." Her ears fold back, her expression more somber. "She... passed away some years ago, illness. The doctors couldn't find a cure for it. They couldn't even pin down what it was. Some then I turns my skills of Botany to medicine, to help those wounded or sick; to make them better." She looks back to Astrid, "But it doesn't really sounds like much compared to what you've done. You were in space, even on the moon. What was it like?"