Jaskier gaped but, as the bard went to argue, the horse at his side did the most remarkable thing. It let out a low huffing exhalation, flattened its ears, tossed its head--mockingly? Jaskier stared in open shock.
Had it--was it--did it just do a reasonable impression of Geralt? No, that couldn't be right. Horses were smart but not that smart--it had just disliked Geralt's tone, surely.
"You're not dumb, are you, my pretty?" Jaskier asked and a touch of suspicion crept into his cooing. The gold horse stared at him, ears swiveled to his voice, and its eyes sparkled in the sunshine...and it looked perfectly, absolutely innocent.
No, he had imagined it the similarities.
It was a horse for fuck's sake, not a selkie or a kelpie, or what have you.
Jaskier pouted at the lovely creature and heaved a huge sigh as he reached out and stroked its mane. His frown was dramatic and apologetic but, honestly, what could he do? He had to borrow money from the Witcher to acquire the horse, he was at least a bit beholden to Geralt's opinions on which horse he chose.
"Sorry, sweetling," Jaskier told it and scratched it fondly behind the ear. It stared and kept staring as he walked off, headed after the Witcher and toward the next paddock.
"You know, that was a perfectly lovely horse," Jaskier complained as he caught up to Geralt, his lute out and ready as they walked. "Who knows how long it will take to find another one that likes my strumming?"
Jaskier complained quietly as he strummed and absolutely didn't notice the way that gold horse watched them, nor as it plucked its way out of one paddock (with a surprisingly nimble and impressive vertical leap) and into the next. It moved slyly as it followed after them, but it was a shiny thing and didn't hide well among the horses in the next paddock either. Still, even a golden horse can meander through a herd without immediately drawing notice and Jaskier had turned his attention to the next batch.
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Had it--was it--did it just do a reasonable impression of Geralt? No, that couldn't be right. Horses were smart but not that smart--it had just disliked Geralt's tone, surely.
"You're not dumb, are you, my pretty?" Jaskier asked and a touch of suspicion crept into his cooing. The gold horse stared at him, ears swiveled to his voice, and its eyes sparkled in the sunshine...and it looked perfectly, absolutely innocent.
No, he had imagined it the similarities.
It was a horse for fuck's sake, not a selkie or a kelpie, or what have you.
Jaskier pouted at the lovely creature and heaved a huge sigh as he reached out and stroked its mane. His frown was dramatic and apologetic but, honestly, what could he do? He had to borrow money from the Witcher to acquire the horse, he was at least a bit beholden to Geralt's opinions on which horse he chose.
"Sorry, sweetling," Jaskier told it and scratched it fondly behind the ear. It stared and kept staring as he walked off, headed after the Witcher and toward the next paddock.
"You know, that was a perfectly lovely horse," Jaskier complained as he caught up to Geralt, his lute out and ready as they walked. "Who knows how long it will take to find another one that likes my strumming?"
Jaskier complained quietly as he strummed and absolutely didn't notice the way that gold horse watched them, nor as it plucked its way out of one paddock (with a surprisingly nimble and impressive vertical leap) and into the next. It moved slyly as it followed after them, but it was a shiny thing and didn't hide well among the horses in the next paddock either. Still, even a golden horse can meander through a herd without immediately drawing notice and Jaskier had turned his attention to the next batch.