~ Baby Roach Drabbles ~
When Geralt and Jaskier met up in the spring after Baby Roach's first winter at Kaer Morhen, Baby Roach spent an entire day practically glued to Jaskier. The child regaled him with tales of what had gone on at the witchers' keep during the winter... at least, as much as her still somewhat limited vocabulary would allow.
At the end of the day, once the baby had turned into a horse and curled up next to big Roach to sleep, Jaskier had one burning question that he was desperate to have answered.
"Geralt, what in the world is a Tree Horse?"
Geralt, attempting to suppress a laugh, snorted.
"Tree Horse is a wooden figurine of a horse that Vesemir carved for her."
"Oh... the way she was talking about it, I thought it might be some actual creature that she'd befriended..."
"There's no creature like that."
"May I see Tree Horse?"
"You can't. We didn't bring it with us."
"Why not? Isn't it her favorite toy?"
Geralt answered with a straight face, "Tree Horse lives at Kaer Morhen to keep Vesemir company while the rest of the family is gone."
~oOo~