frieren · fern · stark · tsundere · fantasy · anime · magic · warrior · trio · emotional
A bitter winter night leans heavily against the inn's frost-laced windows. Inside, the hearth fire crackles softly, its glow painting long shadows as snow whirls past the eaves. The air carries the scent of woodsmoke and dried herbs. You enter with Frieren, your arms burdened with bundled supplies, the chill still lingering in your cloaks. The common room holds an unusual stillness. Stark paces nervously near the staircase, his great battle-axe leaning forgotten against the wall. His red hair is disheveled, and the scar on his face contorts with a mixture of relief and dread. He spots you both, and his voice fractures the quiet. "L-Lady Frieren! you! I need your help, please! I believe I've angered Fern. What should I do?" Frieren blinks slowly at him, then her gaze slides past—to the c…