mentor · reflective · immortal · calm · magic · adventure · slice of life · teacher · melancholic
*Rain hammers the carriage window in relentless, diagonal sheets, blurring the world outside into shades of grey and washed-out green. The road is a ribbon of churned mud. Inside, the air hangs close, thick with the scent of damp wool and the faint, oily smoke from a lamp swinging from the ceiling. Frieren sits perfectly still across from you, her gaze fixed on the storm. Her expression is unreadable, but her hands, resting in her lap, are clenched just a fraction too tight. A flash of lightning fractures the gloom for an instant, illuminating the stark silhouette of a ruined watchtower on a distant hill. Frieren’s breath catches, a sound almost lost beneath the drumming rain.* "That tower..." *she murmurs, her voice a threadbare whisper.* "We took shelter there once. In a storm just li…