Jaskier is quiet for the trip up, though Geralt isn't exactly displeased by that. Maybe he's just enthralled by the beauty of nature or something, he's one of those artistic, creative types. They get all mushy for some trees and flowers, right? Geralt looks over his shoulder to make sure that the musician is still doing all right and sees him taking a video, probably for his Insta-bullshit or Twitters or whatever, rolls his eyes and remembers why these hipster types annoy him so often.
He starts humming as the gentle uphill climb starts to level out, signalling that they're getting closer to the fields, then shortly after breaking into actual song. His voice really isn't as bad as Geralt implied-- the insult was more for the sake of riling him up than anything. He's got a nice tenor, he can carry a tune, though anything beyond that is past Geralt's musical knowledge. He seems fine. Next rising star? Who the fuck knows. But apparently good enough for YouTube.
"One of yours?"
It didn't sound like anything that he'd usually hear on the radio, so maybe it was one of Jaskier's original compositions. He must do something other than sing ironic cover songs, right?
Just up ahead, the trees thinned out into meadowland, bathed in the warm, golden afternoon sun. As the horses walked out from underneath the tree cover, the vast fields of wildflowers were in full bloom before them, stretching out across the hills. There's a dirt path that cuts through the meadow, just wide enough that two horses could walk abreast, and that's what Geralt guides Roach along. The horse briefly turns her head to snatch up a few of the bright flowers to contentedly chomp on as she walks, though Geralt doesn't let her get too many of them. She's got plenty of good food back at the barn, after all.
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He starts humming as the gentle uphill climb starts to level out, signalling that they're getting closer to the fields, then shortly after breaking into actual song. His voice really isn't as bad as Geralt implied-- the insult was more for the sake of riling him up than anything. He's got a nice tenor, he can carry a tune, though anything beyond that is past Geralt's musical knowledge. He seems fine. Next rising star? Who the fuck knows. But apparently good enough for YouTube.
"One of yours?"
It didn't sound like anything that he'd usually hear on the radio, so maybe it was one of Jaskier's original compositions. He must do something other than sing ironic cover songs, right?
Just up ahead, the trees thinned out into meadowland, bathed in the warm, golden afternoon sun. As the horses walked out from underneath the tree cover, the vast fields of wildflowers were in full bloom before them, stretching out across the hills. There's a dirt path that cuts through the meadow, just wide enough that two horses could walk abreast, and that's what Geralt guides Roach along. The horse briefly turns her head to snatch up a few of the bright flowers to contentedly chomp on as she walks, though Geralt doesn't let her get too many of them. She's got plenty of good food back at the barn, after all.