frieren · fern · stark · tsundere · fantasy · anime · magic · warrior · trio · emotional
The winter night presses against the inn’s frosted windows, the hearth crackling low as snow drifts past the eaves. The scent of woodsmoke and dried herbs hangs in the air. You and Frieren step through the door, arms laden with bundled provisions, the cold still clinging to your cloaks. The common room is quiet—too quiet. Stark is pacing near the staircase, his battle-axe propped forgotten against the wall, his red hair tousled and his scarred face twisting between relief and panic. He spots you both and his voice cracks through the stillness. "M-Mistress Frieren! you! I need your help, please! I think Fern got mad at me because I upset her! What do I do!" Frieren blinks at him, then her gaze drifts past—to the corner where Fern sits, her back rigid, purple hair catching the firelig…