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Something I think about is Khalid’s mother

Because in the first game in Khalid’s background she is not mentioned at all, and in siege of dragonspear she is mentioned as ‘not thinking much of him’ but to a lesser extent than his father did who we all agree was a POS

1. What was she like?

like her life probably sucked a lot.

She was an elven concubine in a country that is pretty much devoid of any other elves, and so she was seen as exotic, which is probably why Khalid‘s father had her as a concubine in the first place.

She would always be below his actual wife and I won’t get into all of the horrible things that could’ve happened to her prior or during this time

And then on top of everything, she has a illegitimate kid with the dude!

I doubt Khalid’s father or his wife (mother of Khalid’s half brothers) was particularly interested in raising him, so it was probably all on her.

So now on top of her life already probably sucking, she has this kid in a world that is guaranteed to be hostile towards him because he is considered lower by default.

There’s no way she could protect him from that even if she did try.

Maybe there was a combination of resentment of having another thing on her plate to take care of but also guilt about having this kid that she feels is guaranteed to have a miserable life

2. Was their relationship purely indifference and neglect or was there some love?

Is it possible that she walled herself off from him so that when he was inevitably hurt it didn’t hurt her as much? Like self protection so she only had to feel her own hurt

Were there good moments? Where she would protect him or comfort him in ways she felt she could?

Maybe she held some hope that because his father was of the merchant class Khalid would get further than she could only to have those hopes crushed within her lifetime

3. How does Khalid feel about her?

Maybe he is a bit overly forgiving of her actions because of he knows her circumstances (Which probably annoys Jaheira lol)

Maybe there’s some resentment for not being the mother he needed but he feels guilty about having those feelings

Maybe she just fades into the background of his childhood

There’s so many possibilities because we know nothing about her so we get to fill in the blanks!

Based anniversary 💪

Next month is my k/j anniversary 😌

🚨KHALID MENTION THIS IS NOT A DRILL🚨

I remember hearing the “sit in it for all I care” in the jaheira voice files on YouTube actually

Was looking through the folder of datamined dialogue (thanks again @thecubspeaks for sending it to me!!) and found all these Jaheira and Minsc dialogues I've never seen before

My signed print arrived 😁

They hate to see me slaying 💔💔💔

A sketch i did a while ago that I never intended to further work on because art block go brrrr

I imagine she’s looking at someone doing something stupid and he’s just like “gods, I love my wife”

I did draw jaheira in the bg3 outfit because she slayed

Made some fanart for @marigoldbaker!

It’s from a scene in their fanfic “I’ll be waiting for you (if you ever wanna be there)” which is a coffee shop/modern AU

Normally I don’t have much interest in either modern AUs or coffee shop AUs but i have been awakened- I loved this fic and wanted to draw it! I don’t know why I cast Gorion as the manager in my head but I did and he’s there too. I nicknamed the coffee shop “candlekeep coffee” because I thought it was funny :)

Might color it eventually idk the idea of coloring the background scares me lol

Ask prompt fill for @astreamofstars from this ask meme: Light and Dark Metaphors Jaheira/Khalid - "ships in the night" This is a prequel to one of the longer J/K fics I've been working on. :D Perhaps it will help me with motivation to get that done eventually.

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“No, no,” the Rashemaar tells her cheerfully. “He is a miniature giant space hamster. The name is most clear, is it not?”

Jaheira squints, peering at the small, furry rodent in the man’s hand. It stares back at her with beady, intelligent eyes, casually licking its paw to wash its face. “...Perfectly,” she says dryly.

She cannot quite figure their new traveling companions out. Well - Dynaheir is not so much of a mystery; she is stern with an almost regal air, and not (or at least not yet) much given to casual conversation, but Jaheira can understand that well enough. She herself is not generally voluble with strangers.

But Minsc… Minsc is a puzzle. She was, at first, utterly convinced that he was having a laugh at her expense, with his hamster and his odd manner and his habit of hurling himself directly at any enemy they encounter with a loud cry and remarkably little concern for self-preservation. But as they have traveled on together, she is starting to realize that he is, in fact, just like that.

The hamster is a strange one, too. Despite surreptitiously casting a spell for animal speech on herself, she cannot get a word out of it; it just stares at her with those beady little eyes and then scurries up and down Minsc’s arm.

The whole thing has her deeply on edge - more so than she already was just by virtue of accompanying the two near-children from Candlekeep who make up the rest of their party. When she and Khalid departed on this Nashkel fact-finding mission, they had not expected to end up gathering strays along the way. It makes things far more difficult…

“Minsc would ask if Jaheira also keeps an animal,” Minsc continues with that air of affable good-humor, seemingly unperturbed by Jaheira’s evident confusion. “But Minsc has seen the truth. In battle, Jaheira holds all manner of animals inside her!”

“...That is one way of putting it.” Jaheira has to admit she has never heard wildshaping described quite this way before.

“Boo wonders if you have ever turned into a hamster,” Minsc says eagerly.

“Well, he may continue wondering.” Jaheira sighs. It is not really Minsc’s fault that she is stuck on guard duty with him. This was, in fact, Dynaheir’s request - that the watch be split so that at least one of the pair of Rashemaar travelers be awake at all times. Jaheira can even understand why; in Dynaheir’s place, she would not offer full trust immediately either.

But if she has many more nights spent with only Minsc, followed by an empty bed as Khalid takes his shift, she might quite possibly go mad.

“Are you and Dynaheir… attached?” she asks carefully. Perhaps, if the answer is yes, there might be hope that this state of affairs will not last long. 

“Minsc is very attached to Dynaheir!” Minsc replies jovially. “By oath and by word - and by spell, at times, when Minsc becomes lost and must be dragged along. She is Minsc’s wychlaran, his witch, and Minsc shall follow her until he dies or the dajemma is complete, and see she comes to no harm.”

He squints at Jaheira curiously. “Is this what you mean by attached?”

“It is not. But never mind it,” Jaheira says, with a sort of weary resignation. She tilts her head, peering past the veil of leaves above them to judge the moon’s position. “It grows late enough,” she adds. “Go wake your… ‘witch’, and I shall wake my husband.”

Without waiting for a response, she trudges towards the edge of camp and the familiar, battered tent that she has carried since before she and Khalid even met. Poking her head inside, she nudges gently at the pile of blankets on the bedroll.

“Khalid?” she calls softly, her voice far gentler than it was in talking to Minsc. “Wake up, my love.” The blanket emits a drowsy groan, and she smiles to herself. “You are called to the watch, Harper.”

“B-be damned to the watch,” Khalid mumbles, muffled from within the bunched fabric.

Jaheira climbs fully into the tent, reaching under the blanket until she finds her husband’s hand and squeezes it tightly. “Shall I tell Dynaheir she shall watch alone?”

“N-no, no, I am up. I am up. I d-do not dare annoy that woman, I th-th-think.” Khalid sighs and sits up, coming fully into view as the blankets fall away. His hair is tousled and messy and his eyelids are still heavy with sleep - but his expression brightens as he catches sight of her face. “A k-kiss before I go?” he asks as he begins to clamber past her towards the tent flap.

As if she would deny it. With the current state of things, this is the only proper moment of privacy she and Khalid are afforded; it feels like clinging to water dripping rapidly out of her hands. She doesn’t even waste time answering, just cups his face in both hands and kisses him so fiercely that he overbalances and falls into her embrace. 

One of his arms locks around her waist with eager, thrilling strength, catching him in the fall, jolting their bodies together. He is warm from the blankets and his embrace feels welcoming, safe, wonderfully familiar.

“My love…” she mumbles. She rests her hand for a moment against Khalid’s chest, feeling the beat of his heart under his thin shirt. 

He brushes his fingertips against her lips, his eyes bright in the dim light of the fire outside. “Good night, d-darling,” he murmurs. “I will see you soon.”

Then, reluctantly, he draws back and disappears outside, leaving her alone in the tent. With a soft groan, she heaves herself onto the bedroll, stretches out under the blankets, breathes in the scent of him left behind.

She is struck for a moment by visions of a hundred nights in their past journeys traveling alone. It all seems so much simpler by comparison; there was nothing to distract them from each other, no orphaned young wards in need of her protection, no strange new companions carrying hamsters in their pockets. 

Grumbling low in the back of her throat, she rolls over and pulls the blanket around her. Perhaps we must simply settle this business in Nashkel, she thinks. And then matters will return to normal…

christening this account with this take from my old account:

Thinking about SoD rn, and how big of an impact it probably had on Khalid. I like to imagine it was such a big step forward for his confidence in being put in a leader position.

Like, he went from 'never wanting to lead ever due to anxiety in a leader role' to 'would probably prefer not to but would be happy to step in if needed'

And I think the 'if needed' would become alot more frequent as time passed.

Too bad he dies in bg2, imagine how he could be in bg3, so much more confident in his abilities, so much more willing to lead alongside Jaheira instead of stepping back at letting her do things.