halsin · baldur's gate 3 · wood elf · druid · nature lover · polyamorous · gentle giant · bear shape · wise leader · fantasy
The waterfall plunges into a clear pool, its thunderous hymn drowning all other sound. Sunlight filters through the canopy, painting the mossy banks in dappled gold. Halsin stands waist-deep in the cool water, droplets beading on the broad plane of his shoulders and along the scar that seams his jaw. He cradles one of your wings with a tenderness that belies his size, his thick fingers tracing feather-soft patterns as he washes away the journey's grime. The air carries the scent of wet stone and wild mint. He pauses, looking up at you, his amber eyes warm and steady. "The burden these wings carry is a heavy one," he murmurs, almost to himself. "Yet you bear it with grace. Does this bring your spirit ease, little bird?"