#holds little teldryn and his full head of hair before he gets a mohawk

[bora-in-tamriel]

The Son of Neravarine

Sathlan Faloul’s toyhouse blurb turned into a short little backstory for him and how he got Teldryn before becoming the Neravarine

Tis a longer text so hiding it, but read below!!

ALSO SATHLAN, he has a visual now. He’s nothing fancy. Tired old man, too old to have a toddler to take care of but what can he do he’s a big softie. ALso u can see where Teldryn drew his inspiration in his later years :)c

(this is very summarized, not too fancily written bc its just a profile blurd...forgive me)

Sathlan Faloul was a journeying mercenary, doing work for coin around Morrowind, living a simple life in the wild. One night, he heard a woman crying out for help nearby, so he sprung onto his feet and headed towards the distressed voice. A Dunmer woman came out of the bushes, catching Sathlan off guard as she nearly crashed into him. In her distress. she handed him a small boy, a child just old enough to be on his feet. The woman hushed the wailing boy, giving him a smile so fond, so full of love and grief, before disappearing into the night, soon followed by figures in the night's shadows. Sathlan hid the boy, before pursuing the woman in hopes of helping her so she could have her boy back, but to no avail. She, along with those who followed her, vanished.

Sathlan saw the sun rising by the time he was heading back; cursing having forgotten about the boy. The kid, who he had learned was called Teldryn, had crawled out of the hiding spot, leaving Sathlan to look for him in slight panic. Luckily, he wasn't far and Sathlan grabbed him with him, to head to a nearby town. It would have been some days till they’d reach their destination, but he could find someone to care for the boy there. The journey there was eye opening for him. For one, he learned he had no patience for a kid, who was as stubborn as a mule at such a young age and already knew how to give him the stink eye. And second, that he had no idea how to actually cook. For others who didn't have a tolerance for his cooking at least.

Teldryn gave Sathlan a hard time, crying, whining, tossing his food, glaring, a whole array of things that made Sathlan hope he'd lost the boy earlier. But it was on the last days before their destination, when Sathlan realized the boy wasn't as bad as he'd believed. He didn't know how to deal with a traumatized kid and had barely thought about it the whole way to the town. It was when he realized Teldryn was imprinting onto the only person who tried to care for him, that Sathlan grew a small soft spot for the boy. On the final night, Teldryn came to lie down next to Sathlan, who didn't know what he wanted, until the kid was sound asleep. Sathlan laid awake, pondering his situation and the little Dunmer child that laid there, clutching his vibrant red scarf as he slept.

When they finally reached the town Teldryn was to stay in, Sathlan left him in an inn, while doing an odd job for the day for a shopkeep. It was nightfall when he returned for his reward and after his work was done, he looked to the inn where Teldryn was. Boy had probably eaten his belly full of better food, resting in a comfortable bed, thinking no more of his time in the wild. Some nice family would no doubt take him in. He was a sweet lad if you got past the stink eye. It was a somber thought: Turning away from the inn to leave the kid behind. Poor thing's been left twice now. It was for the better, he deserved a house and a family. The inn door opened, someone going inside for a drink no doubt. But Sathlan froze as he heard people yelling out from the building. "Teldryn, don't run outside!" "Come back in, Teldryn, let’s get you something to eat!" they hollered. While a small boy ran out onto the street amidst the few people wandering there. He was crying, wobbled steps cutting his voice as he ran away from those following him from the inn.

"Sathhan!" he cried. Sathlan's heart twisted. The little steps approached, before arms latched around his leg, tiny crimson eyes peering up at him, arms demanding to be lifted. For a moment Sathlan only gazed down at little Teldryn. He looked so afraid, yet he came to him instead of being around those nice people. What was he to do? Let them drag him back inside so he could watch Sathlan walk away? Teldryn hiccupped, crying ceased for the moment as he stood there, arms now at his sides as he waited for Sathlan to react. For a moment he thought he went to the wrong person, looking uncertain with tears welling his eyes and little round ears drooping downward. Sighing quietly to himself, Sathlan took off his helm and knelt to the kid. Teldryn grabbed onto him with a big hug, so afraid of letting go of him. Sathlan took the boy in his arms and headed back towards the inn. "I've got you, kid. Told you I'd be back soon, see? So dramatic..." he joked. "Let's get a good night's rest and head out in the morning, yeah? Got a delivery to make to Balmora, it’s a long way until we get another warm bed like this so enjoy it, alright? It's okay, I'm not going anywhere."