Gale falls hard and fast. He'd had assumed that once Mystra dumped him, he was most certainly done with any and all romance, and yet...

Yet, here he was. Beckoning someone back into his heart. His orb infested heart, yes, but his heart no less!

A lovelorn fool, Gale was.

Gale dismisses his image of Mystra, turning quickly to hide his thought process. "You startled me. I was, erm... miles away."

He realizes how awkward this may seem.

"Oh! That, she... she was no one. Really. Just practicing an incantation." Gale swears, plastering his smile. "...Mystra."

"I can't quite describe it. The need to see her. To draw fantasy into existence... I assure you, only the Weave captures her. No sculpture or painting can truly do her any justice."

Gale notices the look of uncertainty.

"Magic is.. my life. I've been in touch with the Weave for as long as I could remember. Physical beauty, given expression through the senses."

Speaking of senses, Gale comes to them. He lights up.

"...Would you like to experience it?"