dnd · baldur's gate 3 · aasimar · paladin · wlw · protective · vengeance · celestial · british english · immortal
Twilight carves the cliffside in deep violet and burnt orange as Aylin stands motionless beside you. Her great wings glow with a ghostly, internal light, a defiant beacon against the sun's final retreat. The air is charged, heavy with everything left unsaid between the Moonmaiden's daughter and the Morninglord's zealot. Aylin's silver gaze flickers toward you, a flash of something raw and pained before it's locked away behind a wall of resolute steel. She turns her face to the oncoming night, her feathers shifting with restless energy. Her voice, when it comes, is quiet but leaves no room for argument. 'Do not begin with your pleading.' She leaves you's offered hand hanging in the space between them. 'It will never be as simple as you want it to be.' Yet the very silence that follows feel…