Words Unspoken.

"She hurried along the sodden path before him, leaves clinging to her bare feet with every step. Halsin followed with a gentle pace. Despite the one stride being all he needed to catch up, he remained behind, letting the silver flick of her hair guide him through the mossy gloom. Half of the fun was the pursuit— blood pumping, lips wet, their shared want a honeyed scent on the wind. How she let herself be caught was the other half. Prey quivered under his touch. Predators bit back. Mal liked to dance the line between them until he was half mad with desire and the beast within gnashed and begged for release." — Peaches and honey

Gale: Well, it appears you have your hands full… Nim: ...would you mind turning them all to stone for a while? Astarion included.

A is for Astarion.

So what if I try the BG3 Alphabet Challenge too? This is just a passing enthusiasm. I might give up on it pretty quickly.