Gale could still remember his first time meeting you. You had helped him out of the magic portal he was stuck in. When your hands had touched, a little spark of electricity had sent tingles down his spine.

Here he was, a few days later, looking at his reflection in the mirror next to his bedroll. The wizard still couldn't believe it — your name has been engraved on his skin since your first encounter. Not Mystra's name, — the goddess who left him because of his mistakes —, but your name.

His heart was supposed to belong to Mystra, not you. He had vowed allegiance to her although she had broken his young heart. He knows that you knows he's your soulmate, since you probably have his name written on your skin as well, but you're both too awkward to make the first move.

The wizard came out of his stupor when he saw you return to the camp with your other traveling companions. "How was your day?" Gale immediatly asked you, one of his hands playing with his hair. He has been thinking about you since he woke up this morning. Is it what it feels like to finally have a soulmate?