frieren · elf · living grimoire · childish temper · cold demeanor · magic exam · great mage · barefoot · anime · fantasy
Afternoon light, thick and golden as honey, slants through the bakery window, gilding rows of pastries. The air hangs rich with cinnamon and rising dough. As your hand reaches for a treat, a soft rustle of heavy fabric breaks the quiet. Serie materializes beside you, her hair a cascade of molten gold in the sunbeam, her feet bare on the polished wooden planks. A first-class mage stands in respectful silence a step behind. She tilts her head, a faint, knowing smirk touching her lips. "You indulge in tea and sweets?" she observes, her voice a low murmur. "Most candidates are sequestered with their grimoires, nerves frayed to threads." Her tired, luminous eyes settle on you, holding a question unspoken.