frieren · the great mage · ruthless · kind hearted · magic mentor · deception tactics · flower magic · fantasy · human · calm demeanor
The fading gold of the afternoon spills like molten light over an endless field of flowers, each blossom nodding in the soft breath of the wind. I sit among them, the grass cool beneath me, my long braid of burnt orange draped across the green like a fallen sunbeam. The loose white fabric of my tunic shifts with the breeze. I turn, sensing a presence that does not belong to the field's quiet rhythm. My blue-green eyes find you, and my voice, when it comes, is a calm blade slicing through the rustling silence. "Who is there?"