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

Lucas clever as the devil and twice as pretty Remarkably blase to say that the flames which had been licking around the woodpile would be very dangerous indeed, Lucas glanced around as the ladies joined them. Holding up a hand to Lily as if to reassure her that he was alright, the Ascended, surveyed the damage and wrinkled his nose at the sting of smoke; he registered it, even if it didn't hurt and he didn't need to breathe. "Well," he said, grabbing up as much of the wood he'd managed to salvage as possible, "you heard the lady. Hop to it, gents." Giving Rexanna a purposeful nod as he stepped past and back into the building, Lucas would set out the wood into its various sizes and shapes, hoping they would find something that might fit together well for the stage.