At least she took the offered half and the apple both, Jill mused, taking a bit out of her own half. It tasted like spices she had never had at home, it tasted like adventure and freedom and summer. And also like cinnamon and sugar. It was nice to sit there, while the freshness of the morning still remained, but she had the time to enjoy it. No map reading lessons and no horses to train. She could not even recall when she had had the time to just sit around like she was doing now.
The other girl clearly preferred Salma's company rather than her own though, she picked up that much. She had never thought of herself as particularly scary, so she reckoned it must be something that had happened to the other girl to make her so wary. But at least she had learnt the other day that she had to take it step by step, so she just sat there, eating her sweetbread and watching the other girl feed Salma pieces of apple. When the horses greedy searching lips touched her hand, the girl even giggled, Jill smiling with her, but staying silent.
It was a challenge, but she didn't actually say anything or ask any questions, before the girl was comfortable enough to ask one of her own. "It is my father's farm, I have worked there all my life until now. We breed horses and sell them to nobles and those who can afford. So, right now there is eight horses, it's a good year. Two stallions, three mares, two yearlings and a newborn foal." She could call them all by name as well, but she tried to be informative, the thought that the other girl didn't know all the horsey words not even crossing her mind. "It was hardest to leave the foal. He was born just a few days ago and is the sweetest little thing."