Jaskier was fawning when the rancher came over, his fingers combing through the horse's mane and his voice gone low and playful as he crooned at it. He heard the breed name, distantly, and wondered how everyone could possibly be so sour about a horse so lovely--but, oh, damn it all.
Eight hundred crowns?
Jaskier had less than a quarter of that and even with good haggling and a strong dose of terror no one was likely to back down that far. He sighed and scratched at the space behind the golden horse's ear. The gold horse, to its credit, did not mind in the slightest that he leaned and pressed and seemed fond of petting its whole face at once--indeed, it was somewhat annoyed that he hadn't figured out how to do that and also play the lute.
"In another life, lovely," Jaskier told the horse fondly and, as if it could comprehend, pointed back toward its original paddock. "You go back."
The horse didn't move but Jaskier, after a goodly amount of sighing returned to Geralt and gestured on to the next paddock. With the introduction of the gold horse, none of the others in this one seemed keen on coming near, and Jaskier had no desire to try coaxing them just yet. He plucked at his lute distractedly and, once again, failed to notice as the gold horse followed them.
"Alright, new plan, Geralt," Jaskier told him and gestured down the street. "You pick and we'll see if your choices like me any better, hm? Roach adores me, so clearly you have acceptable taste."
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Eight hundred crowns?
Jaskier had less than a quarter of that and even with good haggling and a strong dose of terror no one was likely to back down that far. He sighed and scratched at the space behind the golden horse's ear. The gold horse, to its credit, did not mind in the slightest that he leaned and pressed and seemed fond of petting its whole face at once--indeed, it was somewhat annoyed that he hadn't figured out how to do that and also play the lute.
"In another life, lovely," Jaskier told the horse fondly and, as if it could comprehend, pointed back toward its original paddock. "You go back."
The horse didn't move but Jaskier, after a goodly amount of sighing returned to Geralt and gestured on to the next paddock. With the introduction of the gold horse, none of the others in this one seemed keen on coming near, and Jaskier had no desire to try coaxing them just yet. He plucked at his lute distractedly and, once again, failed to notice as the gold horse followed them.
"Alright, new plan, Geralt," Jaskier told him and gestured down the street. "You pick and we'll see if your choices like me any better, hm? Roach adores me, so clearly you have acceptable taste."