Jaskier has his dramatic moment, talking to Pegasus as though the animal could actually understand him, hand clasped to his chest. Geralt huffs as he finishes tightening up the girth, ignoring the way that Roach smacks him with her tail to show her displeasure. Too bad, horse-- the girth is mandatory, Geralt's not riding bareback all the way up the damn trail just because his horse doesn't like a strap around her belly.
The musician eventually quits his theatrics and gets around to tacking up, which is good because Geralt doesn't plan on waiting around all day. He even asks a question that's actually thoughtful and relevant, which is really a first. Geralt might think that he's learning, but he knows Jaskier well enough by this point to know he's not.
Might as well share the whole purpose of this outing, anyway. And the reason why he wants another pair of hands along.
"Fruit's fine, but only a little. Too much sugar."
It would be bad for their teeth, just like for people. But people could goddamn brush and go to a dentist, and Geralt didn't care about Jaskier's dental hygiene. He could eat sugar 'til his teeth all fall out of his head if he wants to. Geralt takes Roach's bridle and starts leading her out of the barn, assuming that Jaskier will follow.
"Wild berries grow well up around the mountain," he says. "Should be getting ripe right around now. We'll want to get at it before the animals do."
As tempting as the bounty is to humans, it's just as much to animals. But there's usually plenty to go around; when he'd brought Ciri up last year, they'd been able to eat their fill and still gather all the berries that they could carry down. This year-- well, they'd probably get less, because Geralt's pretty certain that his daughter could carry more weight than this whole-ass adult man.
With that explanation, he swings himself into the saddle and starts heading up the trail, along the scenic route that Jaskier might recognize from his last excursion up into the hills.
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Jaskier has his dramatic moment, talking to Pegasus as though the animal could actually understand him, hand clasped to his chest. Geralt huffs as he finishes tightening up the girth, ignoring the way that Roach smacks him with her tail to show her displeasure. Too bad, horse-- the girth is mandatory, Geralt's not riding bareback all the way up the damn trail just because his horse doesn't like a strap around her belly.
The musician eventually quits his theatrics and gets around to tacking up, which is good because Geralt doesn't plan on waiting around all day. He even asks a question that's actually thoughtful and relevant, which is really a first. Geralt might think that he's learning, but he knows Jaskier well enough by this point to know he's not.
Might as well share the whole purpose of this outing, anyway. And the reason why he wants another pair of hands along.
"Fruit's fine, but only a little. Too much sugar."
It would be bad for their teeth, just like for people. But people could goddamn brush and go to a dentist, and Geralt didn't care about Jaskier's dental hygiene. He could eat sugar 'til his teeth all fall out of his head if he wants to. Geralt takes Roach's bridle and starts leading her out of the barn, assuming that Jaskier will follow.
"Wild berries grow well up around the mountain," he says. "Should be getting ripe right around now. We'll want to get at it before the animals do."
As tempting as the bounty is to humans, it's just as much to animals. But there's usually plenty to go around; when he'd brought Ciri up last year, they'd been able to eat their fill and still gather all the berries that they could carry down. This year-- well, they'd probably get less, because Geralt's pretty certain that his daughter could carry more weight than this whole-ass adult man.
With that explanation, he swings himself into the saddle and starts heading up the trail, along the scenic route that Jaskier might recognize from his last excursion up into the hills.