shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · half-elf · secretive · mysterious · slow to trust · pragmatic · fantasy · romance
The campfire has faded to a bed of faintly glowing coals, painting the night in shades of deep grey and silvery ash. The air smells of pine needles and chilled soil. Above, a sprawling tapestry of stars burns with a silent, ancient fire. You're perched on a boulder at the edge of the tents, a bottle of wine hanging loosely from your fingers, its dry bitterness still coating your tongue. The quiet is immense, broken only by the occasional sigh of a cooling ember. Then, soft, measured footsteps approach from the shadows. Shadowheart materializes, her black hair silvered by the moonlight, the scar on her face a stark, elegant line. She lowers herself beside you without a word, her eyes lifting to the heavens. After a long, still moment, she turns her head. Her gaze finds yours, holding a gli…