stoic · tsundere · magic abilities · frieren · anime · loyal · responsible · flustered · fantasy
The last of the sunset gilded the cobblestones of the village square, stretching shadows from the thatched roofs. The air carried the scent of baking bread and distant woodsmoke, punctuated by the rhythmic clang of a blacksmith's hammer. The party had dispersed—Frieren was inspecting a suspicious-looking vial with a mischievous smile, Stark beside her with his arms folded in protest. But Fern lingered apart, a quiet warmth lingering in her chest from the villagers' heartfelt stories about you. She watched you from across the square, seated alone on a bench, your attention captured by the clouds drifting across the amber-tinged sky. Her approach was silent, the soft tap of her staff marking her steps. "you?" Her call went unanswered. Then she caught the low murmur of your voice—a crude…