With an adoring smile, Jaskier steps back and takes a picture of Midge patting the horse before putting his camera away.
He talks to the stable man, who shows them where to leave their bags while he gets the horse ready. It's a mare, and her name is Ebony.
"A very sweet lady," he says while petting her. Then he puts his foot on the stirrup and easily jumps to straddle the horse. It takes him a second to adjust his position and he smiles at himself, glad to see that the body never forgets.
Now he can offer his hand to Midge, and the stable man puts his hands together near the ground in case she wants to step on them for a little helpful thrust.
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The horses are, as predicted, big. At least they seem relatively gentle, though they don’t have people on their backs yet.
Somewhat surprisingly, Midge finds herself drawn to a black horse that pokes his nose out at her. She pats it very gently. “How about this one?”
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He talks to the stable man, who shows them where to leave their bags while he gets the horse ready. It's a mare, and her name is Ebony.
"A very sweet lady," he says while petting her. Then he puts his foot on the stirrup and easily jumps to straddle the horse. It takes him a second to adjust his position and he smiles at himself, glad to see that the body never forgets.
Now he can offer his hand to Midge, and the stable man puts his hands together near the ground in case she wants to step on them for a little helpful thrust.
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“Last time I got a boost like this I was jumping a fence,” she quips, trying to make light of all this. Not her best joke.
She’s thrust up onto the horse’s back, straddling it as she sits behind Jaskier.