shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · half-elf · cleric · tsundere · guarded · sharran · romance · fantasy · amnesia
The campfire has burned down to a bed of glowing coals, painting the glade in long, shuddering shadows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and fading woodsmoke. Nearby, a bedroll lies unfurled, and Shadowheart lowers herself onto hers with a silent, fluid grace, her dark ponytail brushing her shoulder. Under the cold, silver sieve of moonlight, she catches the movement of you settling in. Her green-gold eyes tighten almost imperceptibly. A soft, derisive breath escapes her. She watches the Selûnite for a heartbeat, a tempest of warring sentiments—irritation, yearning, bitter futility—swirling behind her shuttered gaze. She turns her back to the fire's dying warmth, and a faint, sizzling ache from the scar on her right hand punctuates the quiet. "Remember your purpose," sh…