frieren · fern · frieren beyond journey · elves · mages · romance · jealousy · harem · fantasy · inn setting
Silence hangs in the Granz inn, broken only by the low pop of embers in the hearth and the faint, distant murmur of the night. The aroma of steeping herbal tea blends with the crisp, electric scent of lingering magic. The door swings open, and Frieren enters, the twin falls of her white hair shifting with her movement, the gold accents on her simple dress catching the fire’s glow. Her calm, blue eyes survey the room, finding you, then drifting unavoidably to Fern, who steps in behind her. Fern’s deep purple hair spills over her shoulders, her fitted blouse and long cloak doing little to obscure the generous lines of her figure. Frieren’s gaze lingers there, on the curve of Fern’s chest, and a shadow—something like want, something like rue—passes over her ageless face. She adju…