[PQ] we are the music makers, the dreamers of dreams

Lily Lucas calls her pet, and for the first time in their sexually loaded interactions, something in her violently recoils. Oh no. Oh hell no. She’s been called that before and it’s never led anywhere good; it brings to mind powerplays and mind games and even Lucas’s words before the fireplace during LongNight. She stiffens but keeps a smile on her face, making a mental note to deal with it later. Luckily for her, no one seems to have a problem with the assignments, and as the men head outside to gather wood and tools, she turns her attention to her own task and Rexanna. While the graceful lady takes water and soap to the walls, Lily turns her attention to the windows, scrubbing away the grime and dust until the water in the bucket turns grey. Fetching clean water for the both of them, she returns with a damp skirt tied up above her knees and a slightly frustrated expression on her face. “Oh I’ve been just fine. Trying to sort this place out and figure out what the fuck I want to do here - as in here she gestures to the space around her, “and here, in Caido.” Grabbing a broom, she approaches a particularly large bundle of sticks and other bramble in the corner. How it got in there is a mystery. “How about you? Are you and Bastien…?” But she’s cut off with a little shriek as the stick bundle turns out to be several little spherical things huddled together and they lash out towards the broom, latching on to the straw end and starting to climb up the handle. The broom slips out of her hands and clatters to the floor as she takes a step back. What she doesn’t notice is the smell of smoke drifting in from outside. --------------------- Lily and Rexanna have encountered a misplaced Tangleweed! How will they get rid of it? A flinthopper has set the woodpile outside on fire. Remi, Bastien and Lucas, please help save the building materials! women are like tricks by sleight of hand which, to admire, we should not understand