Flinching slightly when the red head sat down Seda made sure to keep Salma between them at all times, somehow expecting and preparing for when the woman would suddenly jump up and launch herself at the young elf. Standing still she resisted the urge to fidget, instead she continued to carefully stroke Salma’s neck, breathing in deeply as she struggled to relax. They were only talking. She could do this. It wasn’t hard.
The corners of her lips pulled up to form a weak smile to serve as a poor trade for the much brighter one that Jill offered. Listening carefully her gaze turned to meet the serene eyes of the horse next to her. Her own horse. Seda liked the sound of that. “She is at that” she muttered, voice barely more than a whisper.
Her body tensed in surprise as Salma turned to rest more fully against her before a startled laugh escaped her and she relaxed against the smooth curve of Salma’s shoulder, one arm looping round to gently twine in her mane. “You have very soft hair. I think it is nicer than mine.”
Her head rose in response to Jill’s question and slowly she peered around Salma’s bulk to watch her, eyes still wary. “A messenger? With Salma? That sounds nice. Exciting.” Gnawing at her lip, hands stopping in place as her fingers clenched, she swallowed once, choking on the sudden knot that had appeared in her throat. “It’s not my family. But we travel around. I haven’t gone far with them yet but Henrik says we will head west when the weather is warmer. One of his friends has a caravan that travels to Orzmmar.”
“No thank you, I am alri-,” she cut off as her stomach rumbled and betrayed her hunger. Cheeks flushing, face lowered to the ground, she nodded shallowly. “I would like that.” Releasing Salma she shuffled closer, taking a seat near to Jill. On the edge she was as far from the human as she could be without falling to the ground. Still, it was a start.