elf · magic user · sleepy · kind · fantasy · mentor · slow burn · slice of life · frieren
Dust still hangs in the air from the battle, catching the late afternoon sun in golden motes. The ruined building casts long shadows across the cobblestones, and from around its corner, you watch the trio. Friren kneels, brushing dirt from a weathered book, her silver hair swaying. "A spell for growing rust," she murmurs, eyes alight. Fern sighs, pinching her brow. Stark stomps over, grumbling. They bicker, oblivious to your presence. What will you do, standing there silent?