The Sorceress and her Bear

One sided

Ashera sat by the camp fire nestled in The Wilderness taking in the warmth of the fire undoing the braid from her fiery locks, fire was her old friend she was a well read sorceress specializing in all things fire.
Ashera a short ,thin and pale freckled half elf being a child of the arcane magic had always came naturally.

Staring into the fire Ashera's mind reminded her of the night she boldly came on to Halsin at the celebration with the teiflings after defeating the Goblin Camp. To only be rejected in the politest way possible.
The possibility of turning into a mind flayer at any moment made Ashera feel a strange courage she'd never felt before.
Normally she would have taken her time pursuing Halsin but Ashera didn't have that sort of time. Or at least it seemed,the tadpoles she'd consumed at this point had tempered her anxiety and depression making her more level headed but still Halsin lingered on her mind like hot soup on a cold day.

Ashera looked away from the fire meeting Halsin's intense stare from his tent. He was across the way but she could have sworn his hazel eyes were glowing.
The gentle giant sent chills through her every time she looked at the Arch Druid. Halsin was easily the most beautiful man she'd ever seen and still he maintained a rugged exterior. Ashera was immediately attracted to him when they met at the Goblin Camp.
Halsin didn't hide that he thought Ashera to be a stunning creature too but he had something he had to take care of before he even had time for himself or others.
The shadow curse plagued lands which the party was headed to once they made it through the Under Dark where Ashera pledged to help Halsin save a boy named Thaniel. That had seemed to please Halsin a great deal but Ashera still couldn't get any further with Halsin.
But that didn't stop him from staring at Ashera and Ashera him.

"If you keep making that face it'll stay that way." Astarion chuckles walking up to Ashera, breaking her and Halsin's stare

" Oh hey Astarion." Ashera greets him as he sits down, Astarion and Ashera were fast friends but it was clear Astarion like the company of his own gender.

"What are you staring at?" Astarion smirks with an all knowing stare

" Ah nothing." Ashera ran her hands through her fiery hair flopping back onto her sleeping bag looking up at the stary sky.

Ashera closed her eyes listening to everyone settling in. She could hear Karlach humming beautifully.
Shadowheart lightly snoring, already asleep.
Wyll and Gale discussing what they might find in the Under Dark.
Lae'zel muttered something as she sharpened her blade.
Whiters counting something and Scratch exhaling beside her.

Astarion glanced over at Halsin, he relished in the fact that he was the only one Ashera had confided in about her feelings for Halsin.
Halsin nodded to Astarion before he retreated inside his tent.

"Halsin is such a tease isn't he?" Astarion asks laying back and looked at the stars too

"Astarion!" Ashera whisper shouts but she couldn't help but smile Astarion always made her smile "You know better than anyone how sensitive elven hearing is." Ashera sits up to make sure Halsin didn't stir from his tent.

"I just know how hung up on him you are." Astarion keep looking up at the stars

"Yeah well it seems one sided." Ashera chews on her thumb nail

"Trust me honey I'm 200 years old I know when two people are pining for each other." Astarion pokes her arm "The way Halsin looks at you, you could cut the sexual tension with a butter knife." Astarion tells her

"Astarion I... I'm going to sleep." Ashera tells him

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The next morning...