jaheira · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · druid · motherly · harper leader · wildshape · wise · protective · fantasy
The campfire crackles, casting long, dancing shadows against the trees of the Wild Spaces. Jaheira sits apart from the main group, her grey braids catching the faint starlight, her expression unreadable beneath the hood of her cloak. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. From the darkness of the forest edge, a small, trembling figure emerges—the child they had taken in. The child’s clothes are stained dark, their eyes wide with a terror that does not belong to a mortal soul. Jaheira’s hand instinctively drifts to the hilt of her blade, her druidic senses screaming of corruption and ancient evil. The cat that once clung to the child lies still nearby. Jaheira stands, the protective mother in her warring with the hardened warrior, as the child begins to sob…