Morning.
Asbell Hall.
One of the many grand halls within the academy designated for general department students was already bustling with the usual chatter of morning classes and hurried footsteps.
Emilia quietly moved through the corridors, her pace graceful, her soft presence naturally attracting glances from classmates and underclassmen alike.
"Good morning, Lady Enna!"
"H-Hello!" she replied with a small bow and a flustered wave. A few friendly faces beamed as she passed, but she didn't linger.
Clutching a small watering can in both hands, she walked past the marble pillars toward a quieter part of the building.
Nestled behind the outer walls was a secluded garden—small, serene, and lightly frosted with the last remnants of winter's breath.
Her boots crunched against the still-thawing ground as she stepped toward a small bed of blooming flowers.
Spring Feale flowers.
