Salma shook her head, red mane rippling around her head. The gesture was oddly reminiscent of a girl fluffing up her hair, but the horse was probably only trying to shake off a fly. Jill glanced at the horse, smiling, her eyes then drifting over her companion, and then back to her own hands. She still had the second apple laying on her lap, but Salma seemed to prefer being hand-fed by their new friend. "My granny sat me on a horse the first time when I was two. They tell me I fell off at once," Jill supplied, biting her lips and smiling mischievously. It was true, she had never sneaked off to the horses, she had followed her grand mother and her father, who had let her. No grabbing at all, and she still had some scars to show for it.
Thoughts wandering idly, she missed the furtive glances that was cast at her. She remembered her grandfather telling her stories of his days as a mercenary, she had always enjoyed those. "Well, I also like all kinds of stories. Just not those of grand battles and heroes." Frowning, she looked down at her dusty boot, resting on the lowest step of the stair. "They always behaved so strangely, and then there was some silly romance with some sighing princess or other...well, hrm. I always preferred the stories about griffons and dragons and even werewolves." Shrugging she took another bite of bread. It was not as warm, but the taste was still delicious to her unrefined tastes.
While Jill had no incredible social skills, she was kind and sensitive enough to (sometimes) notice when she needed to step lightly. Glancing at Seda, she saw that the girl was fiddling and her voice seemed so empty all of a sudden. Stretching her feet out in front of her, she tried to think of something to say. Nothing coming, she voiced her own thoughts on the subject. "My grandfather was a mercenary. He was the tallest, strongest and best man I ever knew. And he died before I was five, so I had no time to revise my opinion," the last was added with a gentle smile, well aware that she still idolized her granddad. "He used to bounce me on his knees and tell me stories and teach me the names of flowers. When I got older I couldn't figure out how such a gentle man could have been a soldier at all...um...but I guess that our profession doesn't always say everything about us."
Going silent, Jill thought about what she had just said, trying to see if it made any sense at all. She really wanted to say the right thing, but that was hard when you were never quite sure what the right thing was...