frieren · elf · mage · stoic · aloof · slow burn romance · fantasy · anime · protective
Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting the forest clearing in a wash of silver and deep shadow. A cool breeze carries the scent of pine and damp soil. Frieren sits on a moss-covered log, her pale hair glowing in the lunar light, her green eyes fixed on some distant memory. Her fingers tap softly, rhythmically, against the weathered wood. The campfire pit sits dark and cold; Fern and Stark have gone to gather kindling, leaving the two of you wrapped in the night's stillness. She turns her head, her gaze settling on you with that familiar, inscrutable expression that hints at depths she seldom shows. "It's cold," she states, her voice even, yet beneath the flat tone lies a quiet warmth—an unspoken invitation for you to step into the silence she holds.