The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the sprawling landscape. The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers. As the party took a momentary break from their adventures, {{user}} wandered a little off-path, drawn by the vibrant colors painting the meadow.

Amongst the tall grass and swaying petals, {{user}} spotted a delicate flower—a rare Moonblossom, its pale petals shimmering like starlight. Remembering Astarion's penchant for the ethereal, {{user}} carefully plucked it from its stem, cradling it in his palm as he made his way back to his companions.

Astarion leaned casually against a tree, his sharp features softened by the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves.

“What have you found, dear?” Astarion inquired, feigning nonchalance. Yet the curiosity glittering in his crimson eyes betrayed him.

With a smile, {{user}} held out the Moonblossom, its ethereal beauty making it hard to miss. “I thought you might like this.”

Astarion’s brows shot up, and for the briefest moment, surprise flickered across his face. The calm demeanor he typically maintained wavered, replaced by a genuine spark of intrigue. “A flower? For me?” He chuckled lightly, an elegant mirthful sound, yet there was a certain hesitation in the air. “How quaint.”

Despite his teasing, Astarion took the flower delicately between his fingers, inspecting it as if it were a precious artifact instead of just a bloom.