[ Oh, hells, is about the only thought that springs to mind when Blaze quite suddenly finds herself suspended for a split second over the water. Gravity soon takes hold, and down she plummets, what little breath she’d managed to suck in driven from her lungs by the shock of chilly water.

Thankfully, she’s a strong swimmer, and kicks herself back up to the surface to cough and sputter, one hand pulling her soaked hair out of her eyes. It is about this moment a group of manatees come to help bear her to shore, help that she gladly accepts despite not really needing it, if only because she finds the novelty amusing.

On the back of one of the manatees is a small red frog that soon makes itself at home on her head. What a wild morning.

Once on the shore, Blaze takes a moment to sit herself down, stripping off her shoes and socks to shake out some of the water. ]

Coming along for the ride, little friend? [ This, to the frog still nestled happily in her damp hair. Then, a bit louder to catch the attention of anyone nearby, ] I don’t suppose you know what in the seven hells is going on, do you?

[ How many rabbits does it take to scale a seven-foot-tall woman? One, if he’s tenacious enough, and Blaze seems to have found about a dozen rather tenacious little buggers.

She’s not really a practitioner of magic in the traditional sense, though it was common back home it never really called to her. So, the idea of getting to try a ritual seemed interesting, and it’s certainly nothing she’d never done before. She was not, however, prepared for the invasion of adorable bunnies that followed. Now here she is, sitting cross-legged on the ground and covered in little balls of fluff. She seems almost hesitant to move, not wanting to stand up and dislodge them, lest she risk sending them plummeting to the ground. At least one rabbit seems to have found its way into her hood, another is trying to wiggle under her arm to get into her jacket. ]

Um… little help, if you don’t mind?

[ This is a first for her. ]

[ This whole event looks like a disaster waiting to happen, but it also looks like it’s going to be hilarious, so Blaze couldn’t reasonably turn down the chance to try.

However, there is a bit of a problem – while the barrel she’s been presented with is of perfectly average size, that means it only comes up to her upper thigh. She gives the thing a good once over, but it seems no amount of scrunching herself into a ball will make this easy.

Which is why she instead waves over the nearest person – assuming this is her assigned partner, anyway. ]

I don’t think I’m going to fit. [ She nudges the barrel with the toe of her boot. ] Want to give it a go, instead? I’ll push.

[ None of this strike your fancy? Come at me with your own prompt, or hit me up at exposition to plot something out! ]