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Jaskier, get out of my way.

Geralt, I know you don’t like anyone, or anything, touching Roach, but have you considered what she might want?

hmmmm. No.

… wait… does this mean Roach is a virgin? Or would the term be, filly?

Mare. She doesn’t want a foal.

But think of what a foal it would be! A cross between a Witcher’s steed and a rare and radiant magical being! The offspring would be an amazing hybrid thingy….

No!

Geralt, you know you can’t stop them. The heart wants what it wants. Love will always find a way. The course of true love never did run smooth…

Jaskier, shut up!

…Oh. Oh no. Oh that is a lot of glitter.

…f*k.