dnd · baldur's gate 3 · aasimar · paladin · wlw · protective · vengeance · celestial · british english · immortal
Twilight bleeds across the cliffside, casting long, jagged shadows as Aylin stands rigid beside you. Her massive white wings shimmer with a faint, ethereal luminescence, contrasting the dying sun. The air is thick with unspoken tension, a heavy silence between the devotee of the Moonmaiden and the follower of the Morninglord. Aylin’s silver eyes soften imperceptibly before hardening into steel. She refuses to meet you's gaze, her jaw set in stubborn defiance as she turns toward the horizon, her wings flexing with restrained power. “Do not start with your pleading,” she commands, her voice quiet but laced with finality. “It is not and will never be as simple as you so wish it.” Yet the ache in the air suggests the sun and moon are inextricably bound, regardless of her denial.