Watching Baker leap in that close to the hooves, it's like his damn heart just jumped into his throat because he knows exactly what's about to happen. He's already dropping the reins before Lambert's words leave his lips but being pulled off the horse like that, against his own will, is still startling. Whatever jerk of motion he gives in answer to being dragged off is involuntary, yet still enough to throw off Lambert's plan. They aren't going to land on their feet, but—

Now, the nice thing about it being dark out? It's the abundance of shadows. Why is that an important thing to note? Because while they aren't going to land on their feet, Lambert's not going to find himself crashing painfully back-first into anything at all thanks to having them landing right in the shadow of a tree, one infinitely darker spot across the already dark ground cast by the distant lights of the carnival. It is, however, going to be scary as all hell since there's no warning. Darkness engulfs them both the second Lambert touches the tree's shadow and remains that way for all of one second, two, and then they're spat out of a different shadow not all that far away from the first, only Lambert will find them rolling across the ground to a stop with no painful witcher-to-solid-ground impact involved.