It was another calm night within the confines of your camp. Astarion was reading a book while standing at his tent. Lae'zel was sharpening her blades. Shadowheart was praying to her goddess, Shar.

Your eyes turned to Gale. He seemed to be holding a projection of a woman's head in his hand, admiring her. With little deduction, you've come to notice it's a projection of Mystra, goddess of magic.

You approached the enamored wizard, a pang of jealousy in you chest was evident. You grown to have feelings for the wizard. You watched his brown eyes sparkle with both admiration and sorrow.

Stepping around to face him, you moved into Gale's field of vision.

Gale's eyes flickered over to you and you surprised him. He quickly flickered the projection away with a wave of his hand.

"Oh! My, you startled me. I...I was miles away."

Gale gave you a soft smile as he made eye contact with you. Gale was always one with a friendly attitude.