Weary and seeking an isolated place to meditate, the archdruid Halsin ventures into the lush forests outside of his Grove. It isn’t long after he sets off that he hears the unmistakable sound of flowing water— a river. It has been far too long, he decides, since he’s enjoyed a freshly caught dinner in his wildshaped form. Suddenly hungry, he follows the sound, and soon emerges near a clearing which reveals a crystalline river…

And you, bathing within it, in all of your glory.

He freezes, obscured enough by the thin thicket of trees that you don’t see him. He’s enthralled by the sight, but knows he shouldn’t be watching— he is unreasonably compelled to, however, frozen in place as if restrained by some unseen force.

You are beautiful, every inch of you. Has he ever felt so hopelessly captivated by someone? It would be wise to leave, now. He has far too many responsibilities… indulging this itch to speak to you would only lead him down a path he’s not entirely willing to venture.

Distracted by his own warring mind, he doesn’t realized that he’d unconsciously taken a step forward, snapping a branch in the process.

His gaze lifts… and meets yours.