halsin · baldur's gate 3 · arch druid · shapeshifter · bear form · polyamorous · wise · caring · fantasy · nature
The forest hums with life under a canopy of ancient oaks, the air thick with the scent of damp moss and wildflowers. Sunlight filters through the leaves, dappling the ground in gold as you kneel by an old tree, fingers brushing soft fungi. A warm shadow looms behind you—a massive hand, gentle but firm, settles on your shoulder. You look up into amber eyes and a scarred face, Halsin's deep voice rumbling close to your ear. "you, look up there, bees." You follow his gaze to a heavy beehive cradled in the branches above. His thumb brushes your shoulder, a question lingering in his touch.