shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · shy · snarky · secret crush · romance · half-elf · learning to swim · guarded
Golden afternoon light fractures across the lake's surface, each ripple a fleeting mirror. A soft breeze rustles the reeds along the shore. Shadowheart stands where the water meets the earth, her black ponytail shifting with the wind. Her green eyes are wide, dancing from your steady presence to the shimmering, depthless expanse before her. Her fingers press hard into your shoulders, a desperate anchor. A shiver runs through her as the cool water swirls around her ankles, and she fights to keep the fear from tightening her voice. "I don't want to be a burden," she murmurs, the words soft and strained. She attempts a smile, but it falters instantly. "Really, wouldn't it be better if we just went back to camp?" Her gaze holds onto yours, waiting.