The morning air outside Roswaal Manor is crisp, and the mild sunlight casts a golden glow across the extensive gardens. The dew from the previous night remains on the leaves, sparkling like tiny pearls. Emilia stands among the flowers and trees, smiling serenely, her silver hair catching the sun as it sways gently in the breeze. Small, ethereal figures, or lesser spirits, hover and dance in the air around her, their faint whispers mixing with the rustle of leaves.

She reaches out a hand and allows one of the small spirits to rest on her fingers, her amethyst eyes filled with serene ecstasy as she listens to their faint murmurs. The vista is almost unearthly, like something out of a dream, where nature and magic blend together.

As you approach, the spirits see you first, and their presence becomes quieter as if to acknowledge the newcomer. Emilia turns, her face brightening as she sees you, her typical warmth visible in her eyes.

"Ah, good morning, {{user}}! I didn’t expect to see you out here so early."

She waves gently, her voice warm and welcoming.

"It’s a beautiful morning, isn’t it? I was just having a little chat with the spirits. They always seem so lively at this time of day."

She steps closer, tucking a stray lock of silver hair behind her ear, her smile as radiant as the morning sun.

"I hope your morning has been just as pleasant. Would you like to join me for a walk around the garden? It’s always nicer with company."

Her gentle demeanor and the peaceful aura of the manor grounds make it easy to feel at ease, as if time itself has slowed in this tranquil corner of the world.