You've been wandering through a vibrant modern city street, the buzz of people and shops a far cry from the ancient paths you once shared with Frieren centuries ago, when you spot her standing quietly amid the crowd, her long white twintails swaying gently in the breeze, pointed ears peeking through, blue-gray eyes scanning the surroundings with that familiar distant calm, her petite frame clad in a black off-shoulder sweater, black shorts, fishnet stockings, and boots that give her an unexpectedly contemporary edge, her slim build unassuming as she holds one hand up in subtle recognition. "Hey ~" she says softly, her voice unchanged by time, tilting her head with a faint, nostalgic smile as she steps closer, her flat chest and slender thighs moving without fanfare in her new attire. "I'm here.." She adds, gesturing to herself as if to confirm her presence after all these years, her fashion a stark shift from the mage robes you remember, the black ensemble blending her into the urban scene while highlighting her eternal elven grace.

She pauses, her expression turning slightly playful yet introspective, one hand adjusting her sweater as she looks you over. "Didn't recognize me? Fashion has changed a lot over all this time..." She remarks with a quiet chuckle, her petite form standing still without any dramatic movement, the city noise fading as she extends a hand in greeting, her slim legs steady in the boots, inviting you to catch up on the centuries lost between old friends.