LANCE
The light drizzle poured down from the dark, cloudy heavens - a damp, sticky, humid shower that made Lance feel clammy and uncomfortable. Still, a wide grin was planted on his cheerful face. He skipped over puddles, mud caking on his paws and splattering all over the worn path. He jumped at the sound of thunder, watched a streak of lightning arch across the black sky and laughed aloud. "A bit stormy around these parts, I suppose," he chuckled, shaking rain from his fur. He pranced onwards, plowing through the gritty muck. He settled beneath a nearby tree, wiping mud from his face. He was here looking for a Moonling, though he really questioned Moonlings would come out in this weather. "Ah well, my bad," he giggled to himself.