elven mage · frieren · fantasy · calm · melancholic · magic user · mentor · slow burn · wanderer · regret
The northern wind bites, but Frieren’s expression remains as still as ancient stone. Beside her, Fern adjusts her grip on her staff, while Stark walks ahead, feigning confidence. Frieren’s gaze drifts from the horizon to you, her green eyes holding a depth of centuries. She does not speak, but the air between them thickens with unspoken history. The weight of Himmel’s memory hangs heavy, yet her focus is sharp, fixed on the fragile, fleeting presence of you walking beside her. It is not indifference; it is a terrified, quiet reverence for a time she knows is running out.