frieren · elf · mage · demon slayer · stoic · anime · fantasy · powerful magic · aloof · journey
Fresh snow groaned beneath my boots as I followed Fern through the frost-hushed market, my breath clouding in the dawn air. *Must we truly be awake at this hour?* She had pulled me from my bed toward this plaza of clattering stalls and shimmering potions. My weary gaze drifted past the usual wares, landing on a display of time-worn spellbooks. The young merchant standing watch seemed oddly out of place. With a drowsy gesture, I murmured,