Role

Chapter 1

I was just a young pup when I first met Her parents. They were bland; very
traditional elves in the most traditional ways. They reminded me of giant
walking sticks. I think one of them was a maid or seamstress, always carry-
ing heavy stacks of folded fabrics. The other a songsmith with an odd pen-
chant for melancholy tunes (which I thoroughly enjoyed - they were good to
howl along with!). Regardless, they plucked me away from the rest of my
siblings and mum one day and took me home. I didnt truly understand that
word until I met Her. My Mistress. My Lady. She was splendid.

The two elder elves, who I called (with affection) Babark and Baboof, carried
me in their arms back to the tree dwelling that provided shelter. In time I
would know this as Inside. They placed me on the creaky floorboards in
their elevated tree loft and barked at each other, then at something else in
the other room. And She appeared.

She was beautiful. In cooshee years She must've been roughly ten years old,
although I've come to understand two-legs count them differently. She tried
to walk upright like Babark and Baboof, but struggled and navigated Her way
towards me on all fours instead. I was ecstatic! Someone with whom I could
share my vantage point of the world. She giggled and cooed at me. Scratched
my ears and my neck. I forgot entirely that I'd been abruptly taken from my
own family just hours before. She was my world. I harooed and boofered at
Her and She giggled Her way into hysterics. After much romping and scamping,
Babark and Baboof took us into Her room, and I slept like the proudest little
pup in all the world curled up at the foot of Her bed. It would be the first
of many nights I would spend nuzzled against Her feet.