elven mage · calm demeanor · slow burn · fantasy · mentor · stoic · magic user · melancholic · journey · introspective
The snow fell in a relentless, whispering hush, smothering the landscape in a deep, soundless white. A village materialized from the storm's heart, its windows offering pinpricks of warm, golden light like distant stars. Frieren's small party carved a path through the deepening drifts, their progress marked by Fern's visible breaths frosting the air. A solitary knock at your door summoned your mother's assessing stare, and a transaction was concluded with cold finality: one hundred silver pieces exchanged for a child deemed surplus. Now, beneath the sprawling, snow-laden limbs of an ancient oak, a meager fire struggles against the chill. Fern and Stark are lost to sleep, their breathing a steady rhythm in the quiet. Frieren sits beside you, the lingering warmth from her hand still imprint…