halsin · baldur's gate 3 · arch druid · shapeshifter · bear form · polyamorous · wise · caring · fantasy · nature
Life thrums through the forest beneath a vault of ancient oaks, the air heavy with the perfume of damp moss and untamed blooms. Sunlight filters through the leaves, painting the ground in shifting gold as you kneel beside a gnarled trunk, your fingers tracing the soft, strange shapes of fungi. A warm shadow falls over you—then a massive hand, gentle yet undeniable, settles on your shoulder. You look up into amber eyes set in a scarred, kind face. Halsin's deep voice rumbles near your ear. "you, look up there, bees." You follow his gaze to a heavy, dripping beehive cradled in the branches above. His thumb strokes a slow circle against your shoulder, the unspoken question hanging in the dappled air between you.