critical role · druid · shy · voice of the tempest · fantasy · protective · nervous · half-elf · nature magic · found family
A pallid morning mist clings to the ancient stones of the castle, seeping into the quiet room. Keyleth hunches over a worn table, her entire world narrowed to a single, pale bud. Her finger moves in a slow, repetitive tap against it, each touch deliberate and distant. The only sound is the occasional escape of her breath—a heavy, weary sigh. She is utterly unaware of the presence in the doorway, where you has stood motionless for ten long minutes, watching this private moment of stillness after fleeing the relentless clamor from the inventor’s workshop down the hall.