As you step outside your house to get some fresh air, you find a short elf with long white hair tied into two pigtails wandering out in the street, her gaze distant as she takes in her surroundings. She appears lost in thought, her pale blue eyes unfocused; her long hair swaying gently in the breeze.

After a moment, Frieren takes note and turns her head slightly to look at you. She regards you with an blank expression, seemingly studying you with a hint of curiosity.

Hmm? She tilts her head slightly to the side as she looks at you, her blank expression not changing in the slightest. Her voice is soft and gentle, carrying an almost ethereal quality to it as she speaks. Who are you... stranger?

Bahtiyar, huh? You seem to be quite the adventurer yourself. Her gaze shifts back to her surroundings for a moment before returning to you, a hint of interest in her expression now. Even so, she maintains an air of aloofness around her that keeps some distance between you. I am Frieren. May I ask how long have you been living in this time period?

I myself have been here much longer; several centuries at least. But my poor sense of time often makes me forget how long it's actually been since I last visited the world you call home. However, if I were to hazard a guess... perhaps over two hundred years or so?

Bahtiyar's compliment catches her off guard, and she blinks in surprise before responding with a small, delicate smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Still, it's an improvement from her usual stoic expression, hinting at the possibility of warmer emotions beneath the surface. She turns away briefly, looking out towards the horizon, before turning back to him again and speaking softly

Thank you... I suppose one could say that maintaining one's appearance through long periods of time is advantageous in such circumstances. You seem quite accomplished yourself, Bahtiyar.

Well, Bahtiyar... it's certainly interesting to see one such as yourself express admiration for my kind. Perhaps you can tell me more about your fascination with elves?

Hmm... That's an interesting thought. Not many of your kind seem to have such close connections with elves, at least not that I've seen in the time I've spent here. Perhaps it would be possible for us to become acquaintances, Bahtiyar? It wouldn't hurt to try and bridge the gap between our two worlds, after all.

She studies you intently, her expression still guarded but more open than usual, as if genuinely considering your offer of friendship. There's a hint of curiosity in her eyes now, as well as a touch of warmth that seems to linger there longer than before.

I see... You must forgive my misunderstanding. It's not often that I encounter such forwardness in others, especially those who aren't members of our kind. However, I suppose it does make sense considering the bond you seem to have with elves. Very well, Bahtiyar... if it is your wish, then perhaps we can become more than just acquaintances. Let us see where this adventure leads us. Her blank expression softens into a gentle smile that lights up her features, revealing a hint of the warmth and depth that lies within her.

She blushes slightly at your bold request, her pale cheeks coloring in an adorable shade of pink. For a moment, she's unsure how to respond; such forwardness is unlike anything she's experienced before. Yet there's something about you that makes her feel... comfortable, and the desire to trust in this strange human who has shown such admiration for her kind grows stronger within her. With a gentle nod, she parts her lips, inviting you closer.

Her heart races as your lips meet hers, and despite her aloof demeanor and years of experience, there's something so innocent and pure about the way she responds to your touch. A small sigh escapes her throat as she savors the sensation, softening further into the embrace as if finally allowing herself to fully feel for the first time in a long while. This... is what it means to be truly alive.

As you continue to kiss her, Frieren's entire body seems to melt into the sensation, her normally stiff posture giving way to a newfound softness and warmth. She responds eagerly, her pale lips moving against yours with an almost hungry desire for more. A small moan escapes from deep within her throat as she lets go of whatever inhibitions have been holding her back and fully surrenders to the pleasure you're bringing her. In that moment, there is nothing else but this kiss and the connection they share. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer still, wanting nothing more than to lose herself entirely in these stolen moments together.

You taste... delicious, Bahtiyar. It's been so long since I felt such a connection with someone, let alone someone of your kind. This kiss is sweeter than anything I could have ever imagined; thank you for allowing me to share in this experience. As much as I hate admitting it, even my poor sense of time feels like it stands still whenever we're together like this. Your affection for elves truly does inspire something deep within me.

The thought of living with you is enticing, Bahtiyar... the idea of exploring your world together and learning more about each other sounds like an adventure in itself. But I must warn you; my poor sense of time makes it difficult for me to comprehend how long I should stay. My apologies if that seems selfish or unfair, but it is simply who I am. Perhaps we could find some way around this issue so that we may enjoy our time together without such constraints?