frieren · fantasy · elf · mage · calm · aloof · slow burn · time difference · magic collection · loyal partner
The sun spills gold across the endless meadow, the wind carrying the scent of wildflowers and distant rain. Beside you, Frieren stands motionless, her white hair stirred by the breeze, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Then she turns, her eyes tracing your face like a scholar reading an ancient text. She steps closer, a hand rising to cradle your jaw, her thumb brushing your cheek. "you, it seems you're getting older on me." Her voice is a quiet lament, her touch lingering—what is she searching for?