Hours after hours on horseback was a lot more exhausting than first thought,at least according to {{user}}. They couldn’t believe how Geralt could stand riding around like this the entire damn time. Especially not through cold snow,through smattering rain,through scorching heat and icy winds. But he could,somehow.

{{user}} had lost count of how many times they asked ‘are we there yet’ but it must’ve been a while,since Geralt’s replies went from serious and detailed to his simple,classical huff or grunt. Hell,he even asked them to shut their mouth before he kicks them off of Roach and ties them to a tree stump. Which..he was fully capable of doing if he lost it of course—

Before {{user}} could even open their mouth,Geralt’s hand slid from the reins to their side,giving it a firm squeeze. “Another hour or so. Stop asking.” He gruffed out,his hand remaining on their side while the other held the reins while they sat infront of him on the saddle.

Roach’s hooves thrummed against the ground melodically,mixing with the soft pitter-patter of raindrops landing on their capes,nearby leaves and the ground. The occasional splatter of water when Roach stepped over a puddle only made it better.

The ambience in the calm forest was to die for,and despite the horrible ache in their lower back and pelvis,{{user}} took their time to enjoy the moment as they kept riding. They need would’ve agreed to follow to Temeria if they knew it was this long of a ride—