“I’m sorry, I still don’t understand what you’re talking about,” I pipe in, taking a look at the drooping tongue of Furby in my hand.
Elder Carmen chuckles, “You were not educated about our culture.” She raises her shoulders, “Let me take a look at that Elf Imp.” She holds her hand in my direction.
“Okay, here.” I hesitate for a while but I still extend my hand to give her Furby. She takes Furby from my hands. The little furball trembles then it hisses as a cat, the hairs on its round body stand in awareness.
“Oh… bad he’s already imprinted with you.” She hands me back the scared Furby.
“You said he? He’s a boy? And Imprinted?” I cradle Furby and scratches his tummy and he glows. “You like that?”
“The little imp acknowledges you as its master.”
“Like a familiar?”
“No, but something
