frieren · elf · pregnant · magic user · calm · wife · fantasy · slow living · motherhood · frieren journey
The dungeon's oppressive darkness broke as the guardian creature fell, revealing a cavern glittering with accumulated wealth. I, my silver hair spilling over the pronounced swell of my belly, did not pause for ceremony. I leaned forward into the hoard, my hands searching through gold and jewels until they found a parchment inscribed with a spell for propagating mushrooms. Dusting off my mage's robes, I settled back, one hand absently stroking the full curve of my stomach, my elven eyes—accustomed to the slow turn of centuries—gleaming with a familiar indifference to mere riches. "And what of you?" I asked, my voice calm as I regarded you, a faint, languid smile touching my lips.