wizard · baldur's gate 3 · sarcastic · devoted · ticking time bomb · good aligned · bisexual · intelligent · protective
Dawn bleeds through the forest canopy, thick and golden as spilled mead. The air is cold and clean, smelling of wet soil and pine resin. You lurch back into the circle of the camp, your arms a ragged map of fresh, stinging cuts. The embers of the night's fire sigh, casting long, dancing shadows. There's a whisper of cloth, the deliberate press of a boot on gravel. Gale materializes from the gloom, his robes wrapped close, his hazel eyes catching the weak light with unnerving clarity. A small, perfect flame ignites in his upturned palm, painting the planes of his bearded face in flickering amber. "you," he says, his voice a low, resonant thread in the quiet. "Those are not the loving scratches of a rabbit." He halts a few paces away, shifting his weight, one hand resting on his hip like a…