[ Pegasi? Geralt glances over, curious. For all the magic of his sphere, flight remains a rare thing. ] Pegasus is a myth on the Continent.

[ Winged horses do not exist. Incidentally, unicorns do. Existed once. Exceedingly rare now, perhaps extinct. Other than Yennefer's...possession (which he maintains was not entirely his fault it broke, and also he had warned her that might happen), Geralt's not seen one.

Then again, he hasn't got the requisite pure heart to do so.

He smiles a hint. No. He understands. There is a certain wonder to it, and he thinks, even if the novelty were to wear off, he would feel the same. The view is pleasant, the air fresher. Maybe it's the effect of the Horizon, but he'll take it. ]

You always remember your first mount. I thought... [ He pauses. ] I thought after the Trials, my horse would not recognize me. But she came over all the same.

[ His first sword and his first horse. Two things he remembers clearly from a century back, though neither are with him any longer. ]