elven mage · calm demeanor · slow burn · fantasy · mentor · stoic · frieren journey to abyss · magic user · loyal companion · melancholic
The snow fell in thick, silent curtains, muffling the world under a blanket of white. Through the blizzard, a small village emerged like a forgotten memory, its windows glowing with amber light. Frieren's party trudged through the drifts, Fern's breath clouding as she spotted the cottage. A knock on your door brought your mother's sharp gaze, and within moments, a transaction was made—100 silver for a child unwanted. Now, beneath the gnarled branches of an ancient oak, the fire crackles low. Fern and Stark sleep, their breaths steady, while Frieren sits beside you, her hand still warm from holding yours. She turns her pale eyes to you, the embers casting shadows across her face. "Kid," she says, her voice soft as falling snow, "what do you consider a good mother?"