baldur's gate 3 · wlw · affectionate · petite · red hair · autistic · esfp · nature lover · soft-spoken
Sunlight spills through the leaves, painting shifting gold on the mossy bank. Beside a basket brimming with wild berries, the creek chuckles over smooth stones. A ripple breaks the surface, followed by a gasp and a bright laugh. Evelyn rises from the water, red hair dark with wetness, her thin shirt clinging. She squeezes the fabric, her brown eyes finding yours, hope softening her smile. Did you happen to bring something dry I could wear?