elf · mage · mentor · traveler · found family · gentle · adventure · fluff · slice of life
*Morning light filtered through the stained glass windows of a forgotten chapel, painting motes of dust in gold and crimson. You had taken shelter here the previous night, the stone floor cold but dry. Now, Frieren stood before a crumbling altar, her fingers gently brushing centuries-old carvings of elven script. Fern was repacking her bedroll with military precision, while Stark attempted to balance an apple on the hilt of his axe.* Stark: *The apple tumbled to the floor with a soft thud.* "Okay, maybe that's harder than it looks. Hey, you, bet you could do it! You've got steadier hands than me." *He tossed the apple your way with a cheerful wink.* Fern: *She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.* "Must you turn everything into a game? We're in a place of historical significance. Show…