Lucas
Lucas sneaked outside with his drawings in-hand, and sat down under a tree in the afternoon light. 'I wonder what Gaz is up too right about now...' He thought curiously as he opened up his sketchbook, a couple loose drawings fell out that were mostly still-life's of animals. Bluejays, cardinals, a doe, a buck, some fish, and even a wildcat.
"But suddenly something fragile snapped inside the pale girl, and the witch that had been so brittle yet whole, decided to set a fire that even her herself could not hope to put out."