Ten minutes later, the men all released a sigh of relief. The nine older younglings were inside the Paint House playing, Paul was taking Morah through the different houses, while Viper, Cree, and Calo had Leo and Hope down for what they hoped would be a very, very long nap.
“This isn’t so bad,” Trelon boasted, lifting a cold drink to his lips. “I love this place.”
“You love it because you don’t have to clean up after the girls,” Creon snorted.
“And it keeps them out of Cara’s workshop and tools,” Kelan added.
“And…,” Mandra started to say before he stopped and frowned. “And, just what they said,” he said, nodding at Creon and Kelan.
Trelon laughed and leaned back, lifting his legs and resting his feet on another chair in the outside café area. The cavern was buzzing with workers getti
