Strolling up into the sun on deck, Ember flicked his wand downward and away from himself.  An 'attached' illusion of a gold embroidered black silk parasol erupted and unfolded from the tip, which he then daintily laid over his left shoulder, before coolly and confidently, but also leisurely, strolled to the side of the ship where the affluent lady was, taking a perch bent over the railing in close proximity, but a discrete distance from her.

He looked out at the bright sky over the lovely blue ocean. Faint wisps of clouds clung to the horizon like lost sheep, while a subtle saline breath of wind fluttered at his face.

It was quite lovely.

After a few more moments, he addressed the lady.

"It is a beautiful day, is it not, highness?"