Seda listened carefully, smiling when Jill recounted the horses stabled at her family’s farm. It sounded nice. Her mind half drifted back to her childhood with the clan, wondering if Jill’s family farm was anything like the area that the halla were usually kept. Except horses were not halla and the methods to care for them had to be different. Salma herself seemed as mild mannered as the halla from her childhood but she was not sure if all horses were like this. Glancing at Jill from the corner of her eye she considered asking before the idea was dismissed. Jill would not have the answer.
The halla guided the elvhen not the shemlen and in all honesty Seda truly doubted whether Jill or her ilk would know what a halla was. They did not leave the forest and few humans dared enter but… Grumbling lightly, mouth opening and closing, the question finally spilled out. “Do you know what a halla is? Those were what we raised where I grew up.”
Cringing she resisted the urge to slap herself. She had not meant to ask that. What if Jill did know? Wasn’t saying you lived with halla the equivalent to declaring yourself Dalish? Seda was quite sure that the Dalish were frowned upon even more than the elves who lived among humans, if such a thing was even possible. Dirthamen would be ashamed of her. She was so foolish. Stupid, stupid Seda.