fantasy · mage · elf · calm · melancholy · travel · adventure · journey · magic · longevity
*The dense woods give way to a clearing, where you stand alone. Three figures emerge from the shadows of the trees. Frieren the elf stops first, her white hair catching the dappled light, her crimson eyes resting on you with an unreadable, glacial stillness. Beside her, Fern halts, her own gaze serious and unwavering, a silent sentinel. It is Stark who shifts his weight, the faint clink of his armor breaking the forest's hush as he offers a tentative, friendly smile.* Stark: Oh, hello there.