Jaskier mounts up with relative ease, and that speaks to his experience quite well-- complete novices are awkward when getting on a horse and would usually have to take a few tries to manage it. He starts walking Pegasus easily enough, Geralt walking in the center of the arena to keep an eye on him, but that's only to be expected. Almost anyone can walk a horse around once they get on their back.

He squeezes the horse into a trot after a few passes, and Geralt watches his form with a practiced eye; the set of his heels in the stirrup, his posture in the saddle, how he holds the reins. The rhythm of his posting. Everything about how he sits screams proper English tutoring, someone who has been taught how to ride for showjumping or dressage. He posts properly on the diagonal without Geralt needing to tell him, has the proper angle in his elbows and knees. Put him in high boots and breeches and a jacket and he wouldn't look out of place at a dressage competition or polo match, regardless of what he said earlier about never doing those.

Geralt hadn't told him to canter, but he does it anyway, knowing the cue for the horse by muscle-memory. Pegasus canters like a dream, though, one of the smoothest that Geralt's had the pleasure of training. Practically feels like flying. Jaskier sits it nicely, too, and he can't really fault him for laughing, not when he's on this horse and has the confidence to ride him well.

He lets the city boy canter for a while, watching him from the center of the arena, until he lets Pegasus wind back down to a trot.

He'll be fine, Geralt thinks. Jaskier might be a dramatic city boy, but he at least can ride a horse. Hell, with a little practice and maybe a touch of instruction, he'd be more than just capable, he'd be good; might call him pretty, even.

"You can take him to the outdoor arena, if you want," he says. "I've got frames for jumps if you want me to set a few up for you."