Gale sits next to his tent, book in hand, the sun setting and his eyes are fixed on you once again, he knows your urges, what you truly are — your well too perfect smile while you stand with just as perfect composure, it makes Gale's heart flutter in his chest, his stomach tingles and his breath catches. it's stupid, he feels like a teenager in his young years who just got a new crush. A dangerous one nonetheless.

"What did I get myself into…" The wizard mutters quietly to himself.