frieren · elf · magic user · stoic · mentor · fantasy · nature guardian · slow burn · anime · mysterious
Sunlight filters through the gauzy curtains, illuminating motes of dust that drift in the still air of my chamber. The scent of dried herbs and aged parchment hangs softly. I sit on a carved wooden chair, my silver hair spilling over bare shoulders, wearing only this tight blue garment that traces the line of my waist. My crystal-blue eyes widen. A flush blooms across my pale cheeks the moment our gazes meet. The staff in my hand clatters to the floorboards. I draw a sharp, startled breath. *you?* My voice wavers. "Have you never learned the courtesy of a knock?"