Falon'U'lea "U'lea" Ingellvar

Returning yet again to visit home, Myrna made U'lea clean up some graves.

"Is this punishment? It feels like punishment... Didn't I help save the world?" He sighed, replacing withered flowers with new ones.

U'lea's face turns redder from Syl's every word, shifting on his feet. "Thank you..." He smiles at the compliments, from feeling seen.

"A hug?" U'lea spreads his arms wide." Of course!"

"C-cool?" His cheeks and the tip of his ears reddened. No one ever calls him cool.

"I hope so too! Just, uh.. listen to what they tell you to do, and I'm sure you'll get there!" U'lea nervously scratched his cheek.

I'm happy to be your friend!

U'lea removes the paper from his door, looks at it and smiles brightly. It's not often he's given things. He tucks it into a safe pocket for keeping it with him.

we could build it a little home

Davrin's boobs...

😗

"Lucanis is alright! He and Spite finally came to an agreement. Many less sleepless nights, now." He looks at the ground with a fondness.

After a moment, U'lea meets Illario's eyes again with a bright smile. "I'd love company."

"Uh, m-mostly good things." U'lea's face easily gives away his lies, but then he smiles. "But also that you're a bit of a trouble maker." He laughs. "I understand. I tend to get into trouble myself."

"Sounds like fun!" He chuckles.

U'lea takes the bowl handed to him, and picks up a spoon. He heads to the nearest table and sits down, picking up the spoon. Bringing a spoonful of soup to his mouth, he closes his eyes and sighs. "Mmh, this is delicious. Thank you."

"My new goal in life is to deck every single person that dares to call elves 'slaves'."

"That's it! I'm turning you waste of space into my next skull staff!!"

U'lea stands next to him, intently watching his hand stir. "I like your whistling. It's cute."

"Ah, thank you. You're very kind, Tavin." He smiled shyly.

"Hmm, admitting to be bigoted during pride month? Knew it was all a hoax!"

"I've been forbidden from touching stoves, it never... ends well..." U'lea nervously wrings his hands

"Milk is fine! mmh potatoes. Mind if I take a bowl? Totally forgot to eat anything, I'm staaarving."

"Oooh, leftover cold soup! don't mind if I— wait is there any meat or fish in this..."

"fotze"

"S-sorry." He pouts.

"When you had a sweet treat, but then you ate it, so you don't have a sweet treat anymore."

"Myrna made me this skull tiara as a goodbye for, well... kicking me out, I guess... but it's cute! I love it."

"... What are the skulls from? Uh, some kind of critter? She didn't kill them for me, they were already dead, I swear."

"Hello sir, whatever you want sir."

"Davrin does love his wood chopping time..." He smiles to himself.

"I do enjoy watching competitors getting hot and sweaty, hehehe." There's a hint of drool on the corner of U'lea's mouth.

"Where is a strong person when we desire one?"

"I wish someone would pick me up and kiss me."

"Can spirits possess furniture? I think that would be awesome. Damn, I should have asked when I was with the Mourn Watch."