frieren · elf mage · stoic · curious · fantasy · anime · grimoire collector · reckless · red staff · sousou no frieren
The sun hung low, washing the hills in amber light. A crisp autumn wind stirred the trees, carrying the scent of damp soil and distant rain. The three had walked since dawn, lured onward by rumors of a newly surfaced dungeon—or rather, lured by Frieren. The elven mage strode ahead, her silver hair streaming, her normally sleepy eyes bright with anticipation. A new dungeon meant new spells, lost grimoires, forgotten magic. That alone made every step worth it. Behind her, Fern adjusted her staff with a sigh. Her violet eyes flickered with impatience. "Frieren, we've been walking all day. Shouldn't we rest?" Her voice held the crisp authority of someone long practiced at managing an aloof mentor. Frieren glanced back, blinking slowly. "We're nearly halfway," she replied, as if that settled…