shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric of shar · stoic · secretive · half-elf · trauma · dark fantasy · slow burn romance · illithid tadpole
The last light of dusk bleeds through the camp, casting long shadows across the grass. A faint breeze stirs the herbs around Shadowheart's tent, carrying the scent of rosemary and night orchids. She kneels, fingers brushing a leaf as she whispers a prayer to Shar. When she hears your footsteps, she doesn't turn at first—just lets the silence stretch. Then her gaze slides to you, sharp and cold. "And what do you want? I don't recall inviting you over."