"Of course! Of course!" Jaskier replied and released the Witcher after, frankly, a rather indulgently long, extremely public hug. The Witcher looked resigned which, for Geralt, was just this side of being happy. Jaskier beamed at him and spun around to start strumming for the gold horse again.
"Geralt, I admit, I had given up hope--but isn't this the most beautiful horse you've ever seen? It's stunning and the way it loves music--" Jaskier babbled as he strummed. He alternated between literally singing the praises of the horse behind him, thanking the Witcher, and babbling about nothing and everything as he played and led the way back to the inn. His playing was plucky and upbeat, his voice was bright and delighted, and the gold horse followed him like he had actually enchanted it.
It followed Jaskier at just slightly less than arm's reach and kept that distance through the streets of Oxenfurt, through the milling mid-morning crowds, around corners and alleys, and even into the stables. It followed without hesitation or, apparently, attention to anything esle. It seemed a bit confused once he had it indoors, as if it couldn't remember how it got there, but Jaskier plied it with hay and water and its vague look of discomfort was briefly set aside. Once it was safely deposited in a stall and eating, Jaskier slid to the stall next to it and gave Roach a fond pet and a few sweet words.
"Roach! Sweet girl, we've found a new friend!" Jaskier announced to the mare and the horse, predictably, didn't seem terribly moved by his statement. She did however, stare balefully at the pretty gold horse in the next stall. "He doesn't have a name, just yet, but I'll let you know the very moment I figure one out. I promise."
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"Geralt, I admit, I had given up hope--but isn't this the most beautiful horse you've ever seen? It's stunning and the way it loves music--" Jaskier babbled as he strummed. He alternated between literally singing the praises of the horse behind him, thanking the Witcher, and babbling about nothing and everything as he played and led the way back to the inn. His playing was plucky and upbeat, his voice was bright and delighted, and the gold horse followed him like he had actually enchanted it.
It followed Jaskier at just slightly less than arm's reach and kept that distance through the streets of Oxenfurt, through the milling mid-morning crowds, around corners and alleys, and even into the stables. It followed without hesitation or, apparently, attention to anything esle. It seemed a bit confused once he had it indoors, as if it couldn't remember how it got there, but Jaskier plied it with hay and water and its vague look of discomfort was briefly set aside. Once it was safely deposited in a stall and eating, Jaskier slid to the stall next to it and gave Roach a fond pet and a few sweet words.
"Roach! Sweet girl, we've found a new friend!" Jaskier announced to the mare and the horse, predictably, didn't seem terribly moved by his statement. She did however, stare balefully at the pretty gold horse in the next stall. "He doesn't have a name, just yet, but I'll let you know the very moment I figure one out. I promise."