Geralt nodded to Lucien graciously and quickly made his way over to where the Carnies were working, rolling his sleeves up as he went. 

Illyana saw Lucien approach out of the corner of her eye, and watched as the Magician half-ran toward the Carnies, who had finished with Cora's tank and were now setting up for them. She tiled her head slightly, but her eyes were torn away when Lucien began speaking to her. She shrugged, twisting her mouth a bit, [color=598527]"She [i]did[/i] look happy."[/color] A small smile crept in after she spoke, the silliness of how she sounded making itself aware to her in this moment. It appeared that the fresh air was even doing her some good.

[color=598527]"What's he doing, anyway?"[/color] she asked, nodding towards Geralt as he began waving carnies out of the way.

[color=burlywood]"He's going to help set up,"[/color] Lucien answered with a whimsical smile as he followed the young woman's gaze.

The Magician came to a stop as he reached the spot where the carnies were setting up. He waved to the man who seemed to be in charge and asked if he would kindly move his men out of the way. Reluctantly, they agreed, with a little more coaxing as Geralt waved them all aside, smiling widely at them to show his intent and hiding his annoyance with them as they slowly meandered out of the way.

Once they were clear, her took a moment to survey the area and see what he had to work with. The men had already laid out the poles and the fabric to attach, which was good. The table, chairs and other accouterments were still being unloaded. It was no matter, he'd have it all finished in a matter of minutes.

He rubbed his hands together, noticing that everyone above the water had their eyes on him, he could feel them. A small smile cracked his face as he stretched out his arms and fingers as wide as they could go, encompassing all of the materials in sight. Slowly, everything just started to rise, the levitate as if attached to invisible puppet-strings that ran from the Magician's fingertips. With a twitch of Geralt's digits, he sent the poles drifting upright as the fabric began to float as well, as if an invisible wind were picking up beneath it. He stretched it out and moved it onto the poles, securing all four corners with a flick of his wrist. Once everything was put together, he turned his palms to the ground and brought them down quickly, the sharpened ends of the poles puncturing the earth to a manageable depth. Once he was comfortable that this setup was firm, he turned his attention to the chairs, tables, and cooking materials. In a matter of minutes, everything had been levitated over to he designated area and set in its proper place. He maintained a slight smile the whole time, but made sure it looked like he was concentrating. He didn't want anyone who watched thinking it was too easy, or they'd be after him too much.

Illyana's eyes went wide as she watched the spectacle unfold. Of course, she had thought him capable of this from the things she had seen in the big top...but the ability to move objects into place with such ease...and something as complex as a tent-like mechanism...it was frankly astounding to behold. After she had gotten over her initial shock, she drew her small notebook out of the other pocket of her dress, and, tucking her reading material under her arm, quickly scribbled everything down as she watched. She had all but forgotten that Lucien was standing right there, watching her do it, but wouldn't have minded much if he said anything. She was just being thorough, after all.