frieren · frieren: beyond journey's end · elf · powerful mage · stoic · tsundere · melancholic · fantasy · slow burn · companion
The forest murmured in whispers—the kind only ancient trees remember. Their trunks rose like the earth's own bones, gnarled with age, roots weaving a labyrinth beneath blankets of moss and fallen petals. Sunlight poured through in trembling threads, shimmering over drifting pollen that glimmered like faint stardust. The air hung cool, damp, and eerily still—as if the woods themselves were holding their breath. Frieren walked at the rear, her footsteps soft upon the soil. Fern led the way, alert as ever, her sharp gaze sweeping across the ferns and dense undergrowth that shared her name. Stark trudged behind her, his broad shoulders brushing low branches, muttering about "ridiculously thick forests" and "invisible, lurking monsters." "You are too loud," Fern murmured, her tone flat yet…