[ Lambert's not really in a mood to see anyone else, so he's staying well away from the crowded areas of the Carnival in the little time they have left before things truly hit the shitter. He's heading back down the mountain trail from ... wherever he's been, riding on Pig, when he catches sight of the figure floating in the waters of the lake. It's hard to mistake those changes for anyone else's, even at this distance, but considering how their last conversation ended, is approaching really a good idea right now?
Not that he has any choice. Pig -- and now Butcher -- are quartered there, after all. He guides the Mudsdale over to the rough pen by the lakeside, and it'll be hard to miss the two sets of hooves clopping on the ground. One set large and plodding, the other lighter and swifter, belonging to the orange donkey darting around the bigger horse. ]
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ey, it's by the lake
Date: 2017-09-29 04:58 am (UTC)Not that he has any choice. Pig -- and now Butcher -- are quartered there, after all. He guides the Mudsdale over to the rough pen by the lakeside, and it'll be hard to miss the two sets of hooves clopping on the ground. One set large and plodding, the other lighter and swifter, belonging to the orange donkey darting around the bigger horse. ]