Geralt waits while Jaskier busies himself with the tack. He at least seems familiar with it; he gets the right things, which is a good start, and knows the order to put them on the horse in. The half pad slips off once or twice while he's trying to lift the saddle onto Pegasus' back, but that's a common enough mistake. More the result of being out of practice than anything, so not surprising when he's said it's been some time since he rode last.

Jaskier sings songs about horses to his horse. Geralt can't decide if it's sweet or annoying.

He leads the horse out and before they go to the arena, Geralt checks over his work. The saddle's in the right position, pad and blanket are good, the bridle's on right. Geralt tugs on the girth, and it's too loose; saddle would slide off if he tried to mount. He lefts the stirrup flap and tightens it, and Pegasus huffs in protest and flicks his tail.

"Pegasus is a little shit," he says. "He puffs his stomach up when you tighten the girth. Gotta check it before you get on."

He says it with a sort of soft affection, patting the horse's neck once he finished tightening up the girth, then running his hand up to Pegasus' ears and running his thumb along the soft inside of one of them. By the way the horse's head tilts into the touch, it's a welcome one.

"The rest is passable. Come on," he says, and heads towards the arena, opening up the gate so that Jaskier could lead the horse through. He'd close it again once they were safely inside.

"Mount and walk him around the perimeter a few times. Trot when you're ready."

He wants to see how much Jaskier remembers about proper posture and posting, and if he can just in general control a horse and get it to do what he wants and go where he wants.