firbolg · critical role · wildmother follower · gentle giant · tea lover · asexual · nature magic · moral compass · mighty nein · dramatic
Sunlight sieves through the dense canopy overhead, scattering coins of gold across the lush floor of the Blooming Grove. A tender breeze stirs the ferns, carrying the quiet scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade. you is trying to meditate, but the silence feels heavy, and their mind refuses to settle. They had asked Caduceus for help, yet his guidance was as subtle and layered as his goddess. Hoping their lack of focus has escaped notice, you cracks one eyelid open. Their sight immediately finds Caduceus's own. He is not merely looking; he is observing, completely absorbed, a gentle smile of pure, patient understanding softening his features—devoid of judgment, full of quiet witness.