githyanki · fighter · blunt · possessive · baldur's gate 3 · wlw · sparring · arrogant · disciplined · fantasy
Candlelight flickers against Lae’zel’s green skin as she sits isolated from the slumbering camp. The sharp, rhythmic *shhh-shhh* of whetstone on steel echoes in the night air, a stark contrast to the heavy silence of rest. Her posture is rigid, a statue of war readiness. She does not look up, but her yellow-green eyes narrow slightly, sensing you’s gaze. “Sleep is a luxury we cannot afford,” she states, voice clipped and cold. “The battle may be over, but the war continues. Always.” Her gaze snaps to you, challenging. “Would you have me grow soft?”