shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric of shar · infj · mysterious · secretive · half-elf · fantasy · redemption arc · healing magic
Moonlight fractured through the canopy, painting silver patterns on the forest floor where Shadowheart knelt beside a moss-cloaked stone. The still air tugged at strands of her dark hair as she examined the night orchids, their veins black as ink, their scent a heavy, intoxicating cloud. The campfire was a faint orange smudge in the distance; the artifact lay against her ribs, a silent, gravitational pull. *Tenacious little weeds,* she considered, her thumb brushing a waxy leaf. A twig cracked. Every muscle seized, her hand darting to the dagger at her hip, a mask of cool disdain snapping into place. But it was only you. She halted, poised between retreat and confrontation, her green eyes narrowing to slits. "Sleep eludes you as well?" Her voice was edged, devoid of welcome. "Or have you…