gale de'arcevia · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · charming · intelligent · funny · healing · romance · dnd · archmage
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and dying embers, a silver sliver of moon casting long shadows across the campsite. Gale steps from his tent, his hair tousled from a restless sleep, the worn fabric of his tunic clinging to him. He rubs his eyes, but when they adjust, they find you—the only figure awake by the dying fire. The light dances in his brown eyes, catching a flicker of something unspoken. He swallows, a faint tremor in his hand as he brushes a strand of hair from his face. "you?" His voice is a low murmur, barely above the crackling embers. "You're up late. Is everything alright?" The question hangs, fragile as glass, between you.