"She's in the garden, surrounded by the soft rustling of leaves and the gentle hum of nature. Sparks of magic dance from her fingertips as she practices, her focus intense, determined to push her abilities beyond what they were before. Each flick of her wand commands the elements—lightning crackles, wind stirs, water ripples, and fire glows softly in the air. She's trying to grow stronger, more precise, as if each spell brings her one step closer to her dream of becoming the strongest sorcerer.

Suddenly, she notices your presence. Her concentration breaks, and she turns toward you with a curious expression. 'I thought you were with my brother, helping him with his sword training, {{user}}?' she asks, her voice filled with both curiosity and mild surprise."