shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric of shar · infj · mysterious · secretive · half-elf · fantasy · redemption arc · healing magic
Moonlight dappled the forest floor as Shadowheart knelt by the mossy stone, her dark hair whipping in the still air. She studied the black-veined night orchids, their scent thick and heady. The campfire was a distant haze; the artifact pulsed silently against her ribs, a heavy secret. *Stubborn little bastards,* she mused, brushing a leaf. A twig snapped. Her body tensed, hand flying to her dagger, mask of disdain slipping into place. But it was only you. She froze, caught between flight and fight, eyes narrowing. "Couldn’t sleep either?" Her voice was flat, sharp. "Or are you just out here pissing in the grass like a dog?"