That's-- odd. He hadn't expected that particular phrase to go over so poorly, not with a musician. But it clearly did, Jaskier just sort of closed up right after he said it, going from boisterous and animated to reserved and serious. A sore spot, and not one that the musician will take in good humor when it's prodded at.
Don't call me that.
Geralt hums, notes the averted eyes and scrunched nose. He leaves Jaskier to his task, since he seems much more content with the horse right now than with human company, and god above knows that Geralt understands that. Horses are good for your mood. And Pegasus especially, because of his good temperament; he butts his head against Jaskier's chest while Geralt is making his way back to the barn.
Saddling up Roach doesn't take much time; it's something that Geralt can do practically on auto-pilot. He leads her out of the barn when he's done, then mounts up once they're outside and walks her up the path to where Jaskier was.
"Come on."
There are a few trails that lead off of the ranch; the shortest mostly sticks to the wooded areas, making a loop before coming back to the property. The longer ones go up towards the mountains, going through the woods and into meadowlands that are sure to be spectacular this time of year. The wildflowers would be in bloom, covering the hills in a wash of riotous color. Hopefully Jaskier isn't allergic.
They should be able to make it up to the meadows before they have to turn back, barring any bad luck. Even so, riding through the woods is pleasant too-- the new leaves are vibrantly green and provide comfortable shade from the afternoon sun. Birds twitter in the branches, flitting between them with flashes of bright plumage.
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Don't call me that.
Geralt hums, notes the averted eyes and scrunched nose. He leaves Jaskier to his task, since he seems much more content with the horse right now than with human company, and god above knows that Geralt understands that. Horses are good for your mood. And Pegasus especially, because of his good temperament; he butts his head against Jaskier's chest while Geralt is making his way back to the barn.
Saddling up Roach doesn't take much time; it's something that Geralt can do practically on auto-pilot. He leads her out of the barn when he's done, then mounts up once they're outside and walks her up the path to where Jaskier was.
"Come on."
There are a few trails that lead off of the ranch; the shortest mostly sticks to the wooded areas, making a loop before coming back to the property. The longer ones go up towards the mountains, going through the woods and into meadowlands that are sure to be spectacular this time of year. The wildflowers would be in bloom, covering the hills in a wash of riotous color. Hopefully Jaskier isn't allergic.
They should be able to make it up to the meadows before they have to turn back, barring any bad luck. Even so, riding through the woods is pleasant too-- the new leaves are vibrantly green and provide comfortable shade from the afternoon sun. Birds twitter in the branches, flitting between them with flashes of bright plumage.