Baldur's Gate 3 Oneshots

A dance beneath the stars (Gale)

Elaerys of Lyria, a talented mage, was raised among the snow capped peaks of the frigid northern mountains. Her nearly silver blonde hair and piercing gray-blue eyes mirror the frost-bound elegance of her homeland. Born to a distinguished family known for their dealings in magical artifacts, Elaerys spent much of her youth immersed in the arcane arts, her days consumed by study and magical inquiry.

Elaerys stood on the balcony of the grand estate Gale had chosen for the evening. The cool breeze played with her long, blonde hair, which glinted like silver in the setting sun. Her gray-blue eyes drifted over the sprawl of Waterdeep, where the last light of the day glimmered on windows and streets below.

Gale approached her silently, a gentle smile on his lips. "This view is beautiful," he murmured, his gaze lingering on her, "but not as beautiful as you."

Elaerys turned toward him, a trace of amusement in her eyes. "Ever the charmer," she said with a soft smile. "But I'll admit, this view... it feels freeing."

"Freeing?" Gale leaned against the railing beside her, his eyes following hers across the cityscape. "Is that what you're looking for? Freedom?"

Elaerys's gaze lingered on the horizon. "Freedom... maybe forgiveness too," she said softly. "Sometimes it feels like you can't have one without the other."

Gale watched her, a blend of curiosity and affection in his eyes. "Whatever it is you're searching for, I know you'll find it. You've got the determination, and the heart, to overcome anything, Elaerys."

Elaerys glanced at him, her eyes catching the last light of dusk. "I hope you're right," she whispered. "What about you, Gale? Are you searching for something too?"

Gale's smile softened as he stepped a little closer. "Maybe I've already found it." He raised his hand, and with a subtle motion, conjured tiny, sparkling lights that twinkled like stars around them. "I thought we might end the evening with a touch of magic."

Elaerys chuckled softly, her eyes tracking the playful lights. "You really are an old-school mage, aren't you?" She raised her hand, and one of the lights drifted into her palm before fading away.

"Old-fashioned, maybe," Gale replied, moving nearer. "But sometimes, it's the simplest moments that hold the most power."

Elaerys felt his hand close around hers as he guided her toward the center of the balcony. "What are you planning?" she asked, though her smile suggested she already knew.

"A dance beneath the stars," Gale said, his smile warm. "Nothing fancy. Just you, me, and a little magic."

Elaerys let him guide her, her steps light and graceful as they swayed together in a quiet dance. The twinkling lights cast soft shadows across her skin, and the cool evening air embraced them as they moved through the night.

"Gale," Elaerys whispered softly, leaning in closer, "sometimes I wonder if you're too perfect."

He glanced down at her, his eyes bright with magic. "I'm far from perfect, Elaerys. But with you... it almost feels like I am, even if just for a moment."

Her heart fluttered, and she rested her head gently on his shoulder as they danced on, savoring the moment. No more words were needed—everything that mattered had already been spoken between them.

This was Elaerys's tale, but she knew it was only a part of the greater narrative that unfolded across Faerûn. As she stood under the starlit sky, she felt the stories of countless others swirling around her, each one waiting to be discovered. Inspired by the magic of the moment, she invited you to share your own adventures—tales of triumph, sorrow, or unexpected twists—woven into the rich tapestry of this world. What stories lie within you, waiting to be told?