Jill was chewing and letting her thoughts wander. She had just remembered several things she had forgotten to tell her father about the training of the colt, and she was berating herself for it. Even though he was her father and had been in charge of the training of the horses for twice as long as she had, she still was not quite convinced he could keep all the details in his head the way she did. Frowning she took a bite out of her sweetbread, not able to keep a look of deep satisfaction from her face at the taste. If this was any indication of how life at Highever would be, life was going to be good.
The question made her aware of her companion again, and she looked up, smiling at the girl, and at Salma who was still hoovering, hoping for more attention. "A Halla?" she repeated, quite sure she had never heard of them before. "Are they similar to horses?" While Jill was greatly interested in most animals, she definitely had a preference for horses. That the knowledge of Halla held any sort of cultural reference was lost upon her.