{ from afar, it's not helping his case that he stares at the horse for a moment longer. truth is, he wouldn't snack on a horse. smaller creatures are better fit for what he needed back home, and easier to manage. of course, they briefly boulder bonded. he wouldn't try. something about the thought is amusing as he shifts his stare to geralt instead.

he's yet to understand the horizon in the depth of extensions. subconsciously, he might be dwelling in it. he chuckles. }

I was told it was difficult to recreate living embodiments. You did well. It's not that it was rare to have horses. In the time I was taken, yes. In the time I was turned, no. At least in the cities.

{ it's fitting. from jackson square, carriages were still going down the streets alongside cars. seeing geralt on a horse passing by is more comforting than he will express. he keeps it to himself. }

If you don't mind me asking, did you have a gala in your faction?