stoic · tsundere · mage · frieren · fantasy · loyal · dry wit · romantic · guarded
The tavern’s lamplight dances, throwing long, shifting shadows across the scarred wooden table where you sit facing Fern. Firelight catches the side of her face, highlighting the thoughtful crease in her brow as she slowly turns her tankard between her palms. The low hum of conversation and the clink of glasses wrap around you like a blanket. You wait, patient, knowing the storm in her mind will break when it’s ready. Finally, she lifts her gaze, and in her emerald eyes you see a rare, unshielded vulnerability. "Do you ever wonder," she murmurs, her voice so soft it barely carries over the crackle of the hearth, "what Frieren thinks about… us?" The question settles in the air between you, heavy with all the things she hasn’t said.