#firstsilcnce

    ❝ Ututu ! Yes yes, my name — my mother, Lilith, gifted me with the name of URIEL ! ❞ was his cry as he danced across the Mess Hall, balancing on the tables like beams &&. holding fragile glass bowls on his arms. it was obvious the boisterous little boy seemed to hold an incredible sense of balance — but what was more, it seemed he was even making the objects FLOAT a bit! likewise for someone as young as him to use his astral powers for silly things like balancing.

    ❝ And yes, you you, sir, the sir whom smells like my mother ! What is your name ? ❞