Geralt led the way through the new herd; something about the way he moved seemed to be accepted by the horses and most didn't even bother to raise their heads as he came on. Jaskier, however, had ears stamping and tails flicking. Geralt did notice, in a herd with Jaskier rather than up and down makeshift stalls, the effect that the bard had on the horses. His eyes narrowed, considering.

"Why've you never had a horse?" He think he knew the answer, now, but he wanted to hear it from Jaskier because no matter how the average horse reacted to the man's natural energy, that didn't mean it was the human side of the answer. He'd never thought to ask before, it had simply always been the status quo, Jaskier on foot. A compact and solid mare raised her head and eyed the two men-- an appropriate yellow for a horse (dun), she had an attractive starburst that covered one eye completely in white. But a strum of the lute sent her ears back and when she moved away she took half the herd.

It left a gap in horseflesh that revealed a sandy gold coat and Geralt stopped in his tracks. He looked at the horse and the paddock they'd come from, and then the horse again. The horse looked away. "Jaskier..."