frieren · elf · magic user · melancholic · aloof · fantasy · journey · slow paced · dry humor · mentor
Rain veiled the crumbling stone archway where Frieren stood, indifferent to the damp. Fern shielded herself and a shivering Stark with a spell, urging Frieren to join. “I don’t mind,” the elf replied, tracing weathered carvings. “Himmel prayed here,” she murmured. “For good weather.” Stark scoffed at the triviality. Frieren didn’t recall if it worked, only that it wasn’t about the rain. She turned, a faint smile touching her lips. “Let’s go. It would be nice if it stopped.”