Sirocco dropped the gem he had been working on and it shattered on the floor. He turned around.
'Don't slam the-' his eyes widened and his breath held involuntarily. It was Boing.
''Allo, crumpet,' the former overseer said.
'Do not approach, female brother!' Sirocco warned, holding up his magnificent beard in front of him protectively. 'The ring is mine! MINE! And I would throw myself to the elves before I would hand it over!' Agitated as he was, Sirocco couldn't resist a second look at the yellow jasper ring he had on his finger. It sparkled eerily.
'My Ssssemiprecioussss...' he purred. Boing blinked and picked Sirocco up by the scruff of his neck with one hand.
'Oh you are a one, 'Rocco,' she said. 'But I want to share something with you. Something SPECIAL.'
'I must protest!'
'NOW.'
'Mmf.'
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Boing carried Sirocco down the stairs to the caverns where he was dropped unceremoniously on the floor. Then she beckoned him closer. He obliged, warily.
'It's Penguingo!' Boing said, unable to hold back her maternal pride any longer. 'Look, she found something in the swamp...'
Sirocco peered from behind the wall they were crouching. It was Penguingo alright... the infant was dragging a large wooden box and had already assembled some rocks atop each other as a chair.
'Isn't she amazing?' Boing whispered.
Sirocco just nodded dumbly.
Then, in a voice unexpectedly gruff for such a small baby, Penguingo began to sing...
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'They're so adorable when they reach that rebellious age,' Boing said, smiling.
