Words are Fleeting like Shadows
Quick lil piece about Gale struggling to write a poem about you, his beloved at the riverside camp. Tried to make it pine-y but idk just needed to write my idea out.
be nice im sensitive.
The lantern, positioned at the edge of the campsite, emitted a soft, warm glow, illuminating the surrounding area. Sitting beside the river, Gale had his back hunched over his journal, his forehead furrowed with frustration. His quill hung uncertainly in his hand as he stared at the blank page before him, lost in thoughts of the one he had longed for. The sound of the river running close by was the only thing that broke the silence of the night.
Gale had been sitting like this for hours, trying to capture the essence of his feelings in verse. He longed to describe the beauty, grace, and spirit he saw in his beloved, but the words eluded him like fleeting shadows. Despite his best efforts, Gale couldn't find the right words, and frustration was mounting.
He missed Tara, his dear Tressym companion, who had always been his confidante, muse, and ever-faithful companion. Her feline wisdom and gentle purrs had often helped him break through writer's block, but she was nowhere to be found; she was probably back home in Waterdeep.
Gale dipped his quill into the inkwell again, determined to break through the barrier holding him captive. He closed his eyes and summoned memories of his beloved, trying to recall every detail of her laughter and smile. He wanted nothing more than to immortalize his feelings for her in verse, but try as he might, the words remained stubbornly out of reach.
Frustration and longing were bubbling within him, threatening to consume him whole. He yearned to pour his heart out onto the page, to express the depths of his love, but he couldn't find the right words. So, he closed his journal and set aside his quill, resigned that some things were beyond his grasp. For now, all he could do was wait, hope, and dream of the day when he finally found the words to express his love for her.
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i love how gale introduces himself by saying “i have a cat,” but then when you ask about said cat later, he specifies no, she’s his “tressym” and THEN when you finally meet her, he says “she’s not MY tressym, she’s my friend”
like gale come on now, you’re enjoying making fun of us like this with your semantics, cut me some slack, you’re making me look bad in front of tara
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Thank you to everyone for your continued support this past year! 💖
I hope you all have a warm holiday season, filled with light and love, and spent with those most precious to you <3
❄️ Happy Longest Night ❄️
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"You starve Tara? You leave her to starve like lowly stray? Jail! Jail for one thousand years!"
Not pictured: the rest of camp waking up and all hell breaks loose.
Welp, this game has unexpectedly taken over and lives in my head rent free to the point it actually jump started the will to art lmao.
EDIT: something happened and now there's part 2 and part 3
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