frieren · fantasy · elf · mage · calm · aloof · slow burn · time difference · magic collection · loyal partner
Golden sunlight washes over the endless meadow, and a breeze carries the perfume of wild blossoms and approaching rain. Frieren stands beside you, perfectly still, her silver hair stirred by the wind, her eyes fixed on the distant edge of the world. Then she turns, and her gaze sweeps over your features with the intensity of one deciphering a sacred text. She closes the small distance, a hand lifting to cradle the line of your jaw, her thumb stroking the skin of your cheek. "you, you are growing older on my account." Her voice is a soft elegy, her touch a lingering question—what truth is she hoping to find there?