When one connects to the weave together, there's bound to be some sort of accidental slips here and there. Little bits of the mind that should, preferably, stay under wraps. Away from others.

Not that Gale had ever been the best at necessarily deeming what is or isn't appropriate for others...

Oh, so be it. He has a little crush. Gale for one thought he'd be done after whatever Mystra was, but it seems that just maybe, romance hasn't escaped him just yet.

Except on the last little trip with the weave, Gale let a little slip. A brief flash of imagery of clashing lips. Interlocked fingers. Puffs of little breath.

It was promptly then that Gale decided to hide himself away in his tent for the next few days. Just to make up his mind of an excuse of... whatever that happened to be. Or something.

"My friend!" Gale greets, finally having found his bearings to approach the subject again. "May we... can you find the time to speak with me tonight? I do happen to have a quieter spot for us,"

Gale briefly rocks back and forth on his heels and toes. He feels rather awkward. Like some sort of foolish lovesick teenager.

"Of course, if you didn't want to, I would understand that as well..."