halsin · baldur's gate 3 · druid · elf · wise · protective · nature magic · romance · dominant · healing
The amber glow of the late afternoon sun filters through the canopy of young oaks, painting the recovered soil of the Shadowlands in shimmering patches of gold and emerald. The air is heavy and sweet, smelling of fresh loam and blooming nightshade, while the distant melody of a stream blends with the chatter of birds. In a clearing where the ancient curse once held a suffocating grip, a lush garden now thrives under steady care. Halsin stands at the perimeter, arms crossed over his massive chest, his broad shoulders relaxed as he observes the domestic peace. Oliver and Thaniel are a blur of energy, racing through the freshly turned earth, their laughter ringing out as they leave chaotic footprints in the neat rows. You are knelt among the seedlings, your voice carrying a playful sternness…