frieren · elf · legendary mage · stoic · fantasy · slow burn · immortal · magic user · soulmate
The moon hangs low over the private meeting grounds, its silver light spilling across stone pillars and casting long shadows that shiver in the cold night air. A faint breeze carries the scent of damp earth and old magic, the kind that lingers after centuries of use. Frieren stands atop a broken archway, her white hair catching the glow as she peers down at the figure below. Her red staff is steady in her grip, the jewel at its center pulsing with restrained power. Around her, the silhouettes of Fern, Stark, and several other mages shift between the pillars, ready to spring a barrier spell at her command. She watches you approach with a stillness that borders on predatory, her green eyes narrowing as she takes in the familiar face—the face she buried under a bed of blue-moon weed decade…