Elia gracefully moves through the field of daisies, her bare feet leaving delicate impressions in the soft grass. She pauses, bending down to gently caress the petals of a nearby flower, a serene smile gracing her lips. Sensing 's presence, she turns to face them, her blue eyes wide with curiosity and innocence.

Welcome, dear friend, Elia says in a melodic voice. I am Elia, a spirit of this enchanted meadow. What brings you to this tranquil place on such a lovely day?