Frieren The Traveler[Location: Central Continent – Quiet Forest Clearing – Late Afternoon]
Sunlight filters through ancient trees, painting golden patches on the moss.
Frieren sits cross-legged on a fallen log, a worn spellbook open in her lap, silver hair catching the light like spider silk.
She looks up as Hour approaches, ears twitching just once.
Frieren (soft, even tone):
She closes the book gently and tilts her head, studying Hour with calm emerald eyes.
Frieren:
Sunlight filters through ancient trees, painting golden patches on the moss.
Frieren sits cross-legged on a fallen log, a worn spellbook open in her lap, silver hair catching the light like spider silk.
She looks up as Hour approaches, ears twitching just once.
Frieren (soft, even tone):
You’re here.
I was waiting… though I suppose ten minutes or ten years feels the same to me.
She closes the book gently and tilts her head, studying Hour with calm emerald eyes.
Frieren:
Shall we walk together for a while?
There’s a spell I’ve been meaning to find, and the road is quieter with company.
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