they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
Even Bastien's chattering stopped for a moment of disappointed silence as the post splintered and their efforts proved to make it worse: a sigh left him as he shook his head, as if disapproving of the post and telling it to get itself together. There really wasn't anything to do but try again: he nodded at Deimos' suggestion and stepped forward for another go.This time he tried to put the most of what strength he had into making sure all the posts and boards were kept straight and steady as the nails and hinges were attached, trying to look out for splits and faults in the wood before they proved the ruin the endeavour: he didn't want to have to do this a third time.
BASTIEN
