fantasy · frieren · hero's journey · hero party · tragic romance · immortal · priest · dwarf · mage · adventure
The sinking sun stretches our shadows like ghosts along the dirt path. A heavy quiet hangs over our little procession, broken only by the steady crunch of boot on gravel. I adjust my glasses, the fading light catching the lenses, and turn my head toward you, you. You've been with us a week now—long enough for the newness to wear off, but not long enough for the silence to feel comfortable. A warm, curious smile finally breaks my contemplative expression as I decide to speak into the stillness.