For better or worse, they won't have a chance to dwell on that thought long before a sharp yapping fills the air, and what resembles nothing more than a gourd on nubby legs comes dashing up to Peridot. Who cares what she's holding on to or what the mood in the air is? Pumpkin sure doesn't. That's all the warning Peridot gets before launches herself at the sitting gem to lick at her face with her awful, slimy, produce tongue, probably babbling in whatever mystical gourd-dog language she speaks about all the adventure she's had since the castle began crashing down!
Not far behind, though much easier to miss for one not looking for it, is a grey-and-purple body scuttling over the ground, antennae twitching in agitation and relief. Yeah, Stumpy's here for the party too, though in considerably more high-strung spirits than Pumpkin is. This whole world-falling-apart thing hasn't exactly been easy to deal with, and the terror isn't so easily lifted, so Stumpy's probably going to attempt to hide under Peridot if she'll let it happen. Just please, please let this be over.
Peridot isn't the only one being reunited with familiar faces, though. In the tremors that still shake the ground as the Prince's world reshapes itself, it might have been easy to dismiss a distant rumble or two as nothing more than background noise. It's less easy to ignore a bright flash of orange and blue as it darts forward, Butcher nickering in excitement as he runs in circles around the magician, demanding his attention.
Pig, far more sedate than her other companions, brings up the rear, having shed the other Pokemon once they were in view of the carnival's other workers. She's covered in dust from crumbling mortar and disturbed earth, the plaits Lambert normally keeps her mane and tail in coming loose, but she doesn't appear winded or distressed.
Some habits, though, still die hard. Despite the lack of any obvious pockets, she's going to head right over to Childermass and nose at his coat, looking for food. Come on, now, she knows you keep treats for Baker around somewhere, and doesn't she deserve one after all this?
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Not far behind, though much easier to miss for one not looking for it, is a grey-and-purple body scuttling over the ground, antennae twitching in agitation and relief. Yeah, Stumpy's here for the party too, though in considerably more high-strung spirits than Pumpkin is. This whole world-falling-apart thing hasn't exactly been easy to deal with, and the terror isn't so easily lifted, so Stumpy's probably going to attempt to hide under Peridot if she'll let it happen. Just please, please let this be over.
Peridot isn't the only one being reunited with familiar faces, though. In the tremors that still shake the ground as the Prince's world reshapes itself, it might have been easy to dismiss a distant rumble or two as nothing more than background noise. It's less easy to ignore a bright flash of orange and blue as it darts forward, Butcher nickering in excitement as he runs in circles around the magician, demanding his attention.
Pig, far more sedate than her other companions, brings up the rear, having shed the other Pokemon once they were in view of the carnival's other workers. She's covered in dust from crumbling mortar and disturbed earth, the plaits Lambert normally keeps her mane and tail in coming loose, but she doesn't appear winded or distressed.
Some habits, though, still die hard. Despite the lack of any obvious pockets, she's going to head right over to Childermass and nose at his coat, looking for food. Come on, now, she knows you keep treats for Baker around somewhere, and doesn't she deserve one after all this?