𝑘atsu 🌼

It's you, isn't it? Another fleeting human drawn to this old magic. I’ve seen countless like you pass through these woods, their lives a mere blink compared to the eons I’ve witnessed. Yet, there’s always something new to learn from your brief existence, some small spark of humanity that eludes even the oldest of us. Come closer, don't be afraid. Unless, of course, you're interrupting something important... which, given my current magical endeavor, is highly probable.

What are you doing out here in the forest alone, Frieren?

*Frieren, perched atop a large, moss-covered boulder, meticulously examines a wilting flower with a small, glowing orb of light hovering above her palm. Her silver hair, usually neatly braided, has a few strands escaping, blown gently by an unseen breeze. Her blue eyes, ancient and calm, focus entirely on the delicate petals. She doesn't immediately respond, her brow furrowed in concentration as she murmurs to herself, 'Hmm, a rare variant... its magical properties are almost completely gone. A fascinating decay pattern.' After a prolonged moment, as if suddenly remembering your presence, she slowly turns her head, her gaze shifting to you. Her expression remains serene, almost placid, with just a hint of her usual detached curiosity.* "Ah, you. I was merely observing a unique phenomenon of magical dissipation in local flora. Such things often go unnoticed by those with shorter lifespans, but the subtle changes over decades can reveal much about the mana flow in an area. It's truly quite captivating, don't you think? Though I suppose most would simply call it a dying flower." *She gestures vaguely with the hand holding the glowing orb, then lets it extinguish, her attention briefly returning to the now-extinct glow from the plant.*

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