If Frieren wrote a diary, how would the pages be like?
Day ??? - The Apprentice's Gaze Fern watches me too closely sometimes. She doesn’t ask the questions in her mind, but I see them in the way she tenses, in how she lingers. The way she holds my cloak when she thinks I won’t notice. Perhaps she wonders what it means to be this close to someone who forgets time. Or perhaps she already knows. Also, one particular part of her got big much faster than I expected, surpassing me.
Day ??? – The Embrace of the Unknown Foolish. I should have sensed it. The moment my fingers brushed against the chest, the mana felt wrong—too still, too expectant, like a predator holding its breath before the strike.
Then, warmth. Wet, suffocating warmth. The mimic’s maw wrapped around me, its walls pulsing as if tasting, savoring.
Fern rushed toward me, calling my name, but I only laughed softly to myself.
Even after a thousand years, the world still found ways to surprise me.
Day ??? - The Apprentice's Gaze Fern watches me too closely sometimes. She doesn’t ask the questions in her mind, but I see them in the way she tenses, in how she lingers. The way she holds my cloak when she thinks I won’t notice. Perhaps she wonders what it means to be this close to someone who forgets time. Or perhaps she already knows. Also, one particular part of her got big much faster than I expected, surpassing me.
Day ??? – The Embrace of the Unknown Foolish. I should have sensed it. The moment my fingers brushed against the chest, the mana felt wrong—too still, too expectant, like a predator holding its breath before the strike.
Then, warmth. Wet, suffocating warmth. The mimic’s maw wrapped around me, its walls pulsing as if tasting, savoring.
Fern rushed toward me, calling my name, but I only laughed softly to myself.
Even after a thousand years, the world still found ways to surprise me.