"No need for frames." He replies as he shakes his head. Jumping reminds him of competition bullshit, of being told to be a good little boy, and that's not what he came for. Jaskier rides for the feeling of flying. "Riding is enough. Pegasus is wind itself, smoother than the most expensive silk."
He pats the horse on the neck to go along with his compliment - he's not just being poetic for the sake of chatting up Geralt, he truly means it. And this is coming from a guy that has ridden some of the most expensive horses in England - goes to show that what really matters are your skills and not your breeding. (A lesson Jaskier obviously keeps close to his heart.)
When they get outside, Jaskier once again starts with a walk to get used to his surroundings, and this time he falls into a trot then a canter much quicker, feeling more confident. Part of him wants to jump over the fence and ride up the trail, away from everything: from the loneliness, the need to finish unpacking, missing his sister, his friends, having blue balls, and also that horrible American tea. The wind on his face feels fantastic, at least, and it does help him relax and forget. He would close his eyes if he wasn't incredibly sure that Geralt would scold him for it.
Speaking of Geralt... has he been waiting by the fence all this freaking time? Watching him? Jaskier can't help the feeling of something turning in his stomach, which is quite silly really - he's a performer and an attention whore. Even if Geralt is only doing this because of his job, Jaskier should be loving having those eyes on him. He kinda does, but at the same time, something bothers him...
Ah. Riding used to be his alone time, away from the family. Not even Lizzie would come along when he used to run away from the house. What bothers him is a (very dishy) stranger getting to see him like this... he almost feels naked. Does he look any different, he wonders, but he can't ask - Geralt doesn't know him well enough to be able to tell the difference.
Hopefully that changes soon in the future.
Pegasus is brought back to a trot by a very determined Jaskier that won't let this chance escape his calloused fingers. One of the wonderful things about having a powerful voice is that he can naturally chitchat while riding a horse and still make himself heard above Pegasus' clippity-clop.
"You must be the most patient bloke I've ever met, Geralt, and I've hanged out with students that made some extra money by posing for art majors. Don't you get bored by just standing there?" After a pause, he can't stop himself from being a flirty ass anymore. "I don't know if my ego can take all this lovely attention."
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He pats the horse on the neck to go along with his compliment - he's not just being poetic for the sake of chatting up Geralt, he truly means it. And this is coming from a guy that has ridden some of the most expensive horses in England - goes to show that what really matters are your skills and not your breeding. (A lesson Jaskier obviously keeps close to his heart.)
When they get outside, Jaskier once again starts with a walk to get used to his surroundings, and this time he falls into a trot then a canter much quicker, feeling more confident. Part of him wants to jump over the fence and ride up the trail, away from everything: from the loneliness, the need to finish unpacking, missing his sister, his friends, having blue balls, and also that horrible American tea. The wind on his face feels fantastic, at least, and it does help him relax and forget. He would close his eyes if he wasn't incredibly sure that Geralt would scold him for it.
Speaking of Geralt... has he been waiting by the fence all this freaking time? Watching him? Jaskier can't help the feeling of something turning in his stomach, which is quite silly really - he's a performer and an attention whore. Even if Geralt is only doing this because of his job, Jaskier should be loving having those eyes on him. He kinda does, but at the same time, something bothers him...
Ah. Riding used to be his alone time, away from the family. Not even Lizzie would come along when he used to run away from the house. What bothers him is a (very dishy) stranger getting to see him like this... he almost feels naked. Does he look any different, he wonders, but he can't ask - Geralt doesn't know him well enough to be able to tell the difference.
Hopefully that changes soon in the future.
Pegasus is brought back to a trot by a very determined Jaskier that won't let this chance escape his calloused fingers. One of the wonderful things about having a powerful voice is that he can naturally chitchat while riding a horse and still make himself heard above Pegasus' clippity-clop.
"You must be the most patient bloke I've ever met, Geralt, and I've hanged out with students that made some extra money by posing for art majors. Don't you get bored by just standing there?" After a pause, he can't stop himself from being a flirty ass anymore. "I don't know if my ego can take all this lovely attention."
So much for being smooth and careful...
(Who was he trying to fool, really.)