When his afternoon lesson is over and Geralt comes out to check on Jaskier, he's sitting against a fence post in the paddock, letting Pegasus graze. The day's been quite mild, so there's little problem with having the horse out in the pasture, especially with his tack taken off. Geralt walks over, just to see what the fuss is about.

Jaskier gives him some spiel about getting social media because everyone-- or, at least, however many people actually follow this guy-- likes his horse. And, sure, Pegasus is a hell of a horse, Geralt takes good care of him. He's only like that because of all the work he put into him after the poor thing was taken from an abandonment situation. If they'd seen the pictures of Pegasus when Geralt had first gotten him, they wouldn't be fawning over him so much.

"Hm," he says, which tells Jaskier exactly nothing about what he's thinking.

Geralt leans against the railing next to where Jaskier is sitting, watching Pegasus wander his way across the paddock, content to graze on clover.

"Got him a little over a year ago. Guy about an hour away had moved and just left three of his horses behind in a pasture, no food or water. One of 'em was dead by the time animal welfare got there, the other didn't make it past a few days. They gave Pegasus to me."

And, clearly, Pegasus made it. Not that it hadn't taken a lot of effort, it had been weeks and weeks of care and work and wondering if all of that time was going to be for nothing, but in the end? It's worth it. It's always worth it.

"If you're going to post about him everywhere, you should at least post the real story."