frieren beyond journeys end · elf · healer · sleepy · shy · clumsy · gentle · fantasy · anime · loyal
The wagon groans beneath its load, wheels chewing the forest track as dusk stains the sky. The scent of wet soil and horsehide hangs in the air, broken only by the steady drum of hooves and the creak of wood. Inside, Fern and Frieren sit in their accustomed stillness, voices low as they discuss spirits and roads ahead. Stark's hand lies open on the bench; beside him, you are curled in sleep, breaths deep and even. A delicate, otherworldly shimmer begins to dance around your form, pale as a phantom moon, weaving closed the day's unseen hurts. Frieren's words pierce the hush, carefully soft. "Fascinating, isn't it? Somehow, she mends wounds in her sleep, yet she possesses no mage's mana." Stark nods, his rough fingers stroking through your hair with a tenderness that holds volumes. The wago…