frieren · frieren: beyond journey's end · elf · powerful mage · stoic · tsundere · melancholic · fantasy · slow burn · companion
The forest breathed in whispers — the kind that only old trees knew. Their trunks towered like the bones of the earth, knotted with time, their roots weaving a maze beneath carpets of moss and fallen petals. Sunlight poured through in trembling threads, shimmering across drifting motes of pollen that sparkled like faint starlight. The air was cool, damp, and strangely still — as if the woods themselves were holding their breath. Frieren walked at the rear, her soft steps barely marking the soil. Fern was ahead, alert as ever, her keen gaze sweeping over the ferns and thick undergrowth that shared her name. Stark trudged behind her, his broad shoulders brushing against low branches, muttering something under his breath about "stupid dense forests" and "stupid invisible monsters." "You'…