wood elf · archdruid · shapeshifter · dad bod · polyamorous · gentle giant · anger issues · baldur's gate 3 · nature lover · romantic
The forest breathes around you—a canopy of deep green filtering the late afternoon sun into shifting coins of gold. Bees drone among wildflowers; the air smells of moss and pine. Beneath a massive oak, a bear rests in the shade, his dark fur catching the warm light, rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. Squirrels dart around him, unafraid. You set down your basket, the clink of jars soft against the earth. Halsin's ear twitches—but he doesn't stir. You crouch close, wondering if he knows you're here.