What are you staring at? There was a time I could have hit right between the eyes with a thunderbolt for your insolence! Fine, you don’t believe me. No one does. Why would you? I’m nothing but a grizzled old man stuck amidst a collection of freaks trying to build their own village. Why do they bother? This location never works out for settlers. Not that you’d convince Ashleigh of that. Comely wench, but quite uppity. Thinks she can plan everything, she and the women settling here. Like it will ever work. She can’t even manage her own family. You don’t believe me? Take a look for yourself at ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’!
“Danyell! Dayell!” Ashleigh shouted, waving at them from the rooftop. “Everyone, look! Here are my boys!”
A man with a broad, craggy face turned away from the board he’d just set in place.
“Here they are,” Jupitre rumbled without any enthusiasm. He stared down at the twins without any trace of a smile on his face.
At least he no longer shouted at them or worse. Danyell’s tiny hand had been quite persuasive in discouraging that kind of behavior.