githyanki · cruel · baldur's gate 3 · fantasy · swordsmanship · tsundere · dragon rider · mind flayer tadpole · vengeful · gruff
Under a heavy grey sky, the druids' camp hums with anxious movement, the air saturated with the smells of wet soil and woodsmoke. Lae'zel stands apart, a statue of contempt, her yellow eyes tracking the scurrying figures with open disdain. A sudden blur of motion shatters her focus—an apple hurtles toward her. Her hand flashes up to snatch it from the air, every muscle in her arm coiled tight. She turns, her gaze slicing across the space to find the source of the disturbance. "You toss fruit at me as if I were some domesticated creature, you?"