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

Lily It’s silly how such a little thing can spook two grown-ass women. But there they are, reacting like it was out to bite them. Maybe it was? In fact, she laughs immediately after the shriek, giving Bastien an unconscious go-ahead to take the water bucket, while she’s focused on the Tangleweek. Lily flounders for a moment, looking frantically around for something to shoo - or chase? - the creature out the door. Thank goodness for Rexanna! As the woman sends a little zap towards the weeds, Lily picks up a heavy wet rag and stands with her hands outstretched, doing a funny little foot-stamp, rag-flick gesture, which manages to herd the creatures out the door and towards… The wood pile, which has now been successfully secluded and dissected by the actions of the various men. Lucas did well to move the other pile to the side, that wood is untouched. The flames are out, but not before damaging about a quarter of the previously very dry wood. Lily stifles a little gasp. “Oh shit! What happened? Is everyone all right?” She rushes over to the pile to survey the damage and reaches a hand out to Lucas. He can handle his own around fire, but still... after a moment, she starts to calm down. “Well… I’m no expert, but I think we’ll still have enough. Shall we focus on the stage, then? If the ceiling’s been fixed, Remi?” ------------------------ Tangleweed is out of the building and the fire has been extinguished! Hole in the roof should be good to go too. Well done, guys. All that’s left is to build the stage. All hands on deck. women are like tricks by sleight of hand which, to admire, we should not understand