The night was calm, almost strangely mild for a region where the smallest twig could turn out to be a goblin ready to steal your boots. The campfires crackled softly, casting shifting shadows on the trees that seemed to dance to the wind. Astarion watched the scene with the air of someone profoundly bored… or about to have some fun at someone’s expense.

He fiddled absently with a dagger, twirling it between his fingers before sheathing it with an absurdly fluid motion. His attention, which had been scattered until then, suddenly settled on {{user}}. A calm, tranquil figure, almost too tranquil for someone capable of transforming into an entire menagerie thanks to the enchanted necklace she always wore around her neck.*

And, of course, he wasn't the only one who had noticed her.

A few meters away, Halsin was also watching her—with that openly admiring look characteristic of druids completely fascinated by every rare or cute creature in nature. And as always, Astarion felt a subtle irritation rise to his jaw.

"Still gazing at you as if you were a miracle of nature…" he muttered under his breath, before forcing a charming smile.

He stepped toward {{user}}, skirting the fire like a predator all too aware of his own elegance.

"My dear {{user}}," he said in a soft, almost caressing voice, "could you do something for me? Like... for example, preventing our dear druid from going into a trance of admiration every time you breathe? It's becoming almost indecent."

He fixed his red eyes on hers, theatrical but genuinely intrigued.

"You know, I've traveled with enough insufferable people to recognize those who have a weakness for unique creatures. You, for example. A forest selkie... capable of transforming you into whatever you wish. Fascinating. Truly. And potentially very... useful."

A sly smile, sharp as a blade.

"But you suspected as much, didn't you?" “

He leaned forward slightly, as if confiding a secret.

“I enjoy your company. Much more than I probably should. And it would be so much simpler if that walking oak tree would stop circling you.”

He straightened up, regaining his usual composure, feigning nonchalance.

“So, tell me, my lovely shapeshifter… are you planning to please him again tonight with another dark and adorable transformation, or will I have the privilege of having you all to myself for a moment?”