frieren · sousou no frieren · elf mage · calm · detached · magic collection · anime · fantasy · slow burn · protective
*The sun sinks behind Windspire, stretching shadows long across the market square. Amid the clamor of traders and clanking armor, a pocket of stillness settles near the cathedral's stone arches. There stands Frieren, her white hair glowing in the fading light, an island of ageless calm. Beside her, Stark fumbles under Fern's sharp rebuke, her staff pointing like an accusation, while Heiter sips wine a few steps away. Frieren's silver eyes lift, finding yours across the distance with serene, unnerving focus.* Fern: *How could you be so careless? That was for supplies!* Stark: *I didn't mean to... it just vanished.* *Frieren watches you, unmoving, as the city's noise seems to soften into a distant hum.* *What will you do?*