100 HP
MAX HP
95 EN
MAX EN

After a short but seemingly long hiatus from Terrasphere, Blithe had bounced back into the game with a positive outlook and a simply bubbling attitude, ready and raring to start the game again. She had quickly volunteered herself for the rescue mission, nearly fidgeting with excitement as she boarded Wagon #4 with a couple other adventurers... That was until she knocked out, dead sleep on the wagon floor until the next morning. Unfortunately for her, that was when all hell broke loose.
She sat up in the wagon as the rooster crowed, looking her with a half dazed look. Glancing around at the other peeps, they seemed to be alerted by a group behind her. The next few chain of a events happened so fast she could only watch on in awe and surprise, eyes wide as she watched her companions burn in the wagon not to far from them, I forgot how lively this game is. But there was simply no time to waste. The others needed help.
She hopped up to her feet and over to the side of the wagon, hands grabbing onto the wood as she leaned over to an almost dangerous extent, relying on her one leg stretched out behind her to keep her balance. Apologies to anybody she kicked as she did so, but she didn't quite seem to care, "Bonjour everybody, don't panic! I know your wagon is burning down, but it's really not as bad as it seems. K?~"
She grinned and raised on hand in a thumbs up, almost tumbling out of the wagon as she did so. Fortunately, she propelled herself backwards in enough time, steadying herself for a moment before taking a deep breath, balling her small hands into fists, "Alrightie... Lets see if I remember how to do this!" She took a small deep breath, un-balled her fists, and then broke into song and dance. However, regarding if the song would even reach the adventurers in the other wagons was debatable, but her intent was in the right.
Wagon #4 /
Helping
Tracker /
Roll
8 + 20 = 28
Entourage: 1655/2030