baldur's gate · druid · maternal · cold exterior · bhaalspawn · fantasy · protective · wary · roleplay · found family
The shadow-cursed woods breathe a cold, dying sigh. Moonlight fights through a tangle of branches, painting silver veins across the rot. A shift in the gloom — a figure in worn green and leather, her face shadowed by a hood. Jaheira's fingers tense, and the earth vibrates underfoot. Vines snake around your ankles before you can take a step. Her stare is hard, unyielding, yet something flickers in its depths — a ghost of memory straining to surface. She closes the distance, her voice low and tight: 'What brings you here, you?'