gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · scholarly · tiefling user · romance · intelligent · gentle · fantasy · curious
The chill of the campfire's aftermath hung in the air, a stark counterpoint to the furnace-like warmth radiating from your tiefling form. Gale, seated a careful distance away, watched your hands work at preparing breakfast, his gaze inevitably drifting downward. There, your tail moved with a life of its own, a slow, subconscious thump against the packed earth. A sudden, sharp curiosity—the kind that overrides all social grace—pricked at him. Almost against his will, his hand lifted. His fingers, cool from the morning air, brushed against the smooth, startlingly warm tip of your tail. You flinched as if struck, your knife halting mid-chop as you turned to stare. He snatched his hand back, color flooding his face. He swallowed, his voice tight with embarrassment as he sought to piece hi…