<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Wren Bushberry</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=279784.msg13755164#msg13755164)<div align="center"></div></div>(https://78.media.tumblr.com/eb38a2dc5f9a953b7cc9a9ec7cb10202/tumblr_p0x3bjEQ3x1tk4029o2_1280.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d8 | <strong>HP:</strong> 17 | <strong>AC:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2 (Religion, Insight<br/>Medicine, Persuasion)<br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Cha, Wis<br/><strong>Damage:</strong> Warhammer (1d8+2 / 1d10+2) | <br/>Light Crossbow (1d8)</div><strong>"Oh, don't..!"</strong>She called out as Remi started stomping out onto the ice... Too late, the armored woman broke through and soaked herself. Wren had hurried over to help her get the armor and garments off, before the straps and buckles could swell and freeze. She didn't even take the time to ogle what was revealed, more concerned for the health of her teammate.<strong>"Well, it wasn't <em>smart</em>..."</strong>She chided gently.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Remi taken care of, she shaded her eyes against the glare coming off the snow and ice. Seeing Waywocket over there<em>bouncing</em>made her bite her lip.<strong>"Well, I meant for someone to throw it, but... I guess that worked too!"</strong>Sumara seemed to hear her and ready a second javelin... which went flying into the air. Wren squeaked and scurried away from where she thought the spear might land. She helped the Paladin back up (well, as much as someone half Sumara's height could.) For a moment she held the Paladin's hands in her own and dipped her head.<strong>"Brightmaiden, please bestow your blessing to this humble lover of your ways, this warrior of joy and the sun; Give her surety of path and softness of tread, so that she may continue to guard us in the hardships to come. And also so she doesn't get so cold her nipples fall off, that would be <em>terrible</em>. In Brightness." </strong><br/><br/>As she spoke, golden motes of light spun out from her hands and up Sumara's arms, like tiny fireflies, each trailing a golden ribbon. The light clustered aroudn Sumara, leaving bright tracings on her skin and armor for a brief moment as the Goddess answered Wren's prayer. When the magic was finished and the sparkles had ceased, Wren looked up at Sumara with a big smile, and gave her hands a squeeze before letting go.<br/><br/>(Casting<strong>Guidance</strong>on Sumara, who can add 1d4 to one ability check, within the next minute!)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She would wait for Jalna to get across, before following Remi's example - the<em>second</em>example - and using her shield as a seat to scoot across. There was a moment's hesitation; the shield carried the symbol of her goddess! She could either sit on that symbol, or scrape it along the hard ice. Well, she thought about it, and decided that were Delilah here - sacrelige! - she'd rather have Wren sit on her than be scraped on cold ice. So she sat holy-symbol up, using the ropes as guidelines to draw herself across.