It only took a second, and then Jill grinned back. Arja was quickly being upgraded from would-be assassin to would-be friend. Clearly the whole shooting had only been a misunderstanding, she thought, as Arja greeted the horse. Salma, who was less traumatized from the experience than Jill, looked down at the dwarf but didn't approach her. Glancing at the horse Jill raised her eyebrows in confusion, before she realised Salma thought the dwarf girl was a child. and the horse had been admonished very sharply a few days earlier, for being too friendly with the teyrn's youngest. Smile turning mischievous, she glanced between her horse and her new friend. "She thinks you're a child," she offered, not considering that it might be rather rude to point out their lesser height to a dwarf. "But go ahead and say hello." Stretching out a hand to the horse, to show, the large animal sniffled her hand affectionately before looking around her again.
"Well, um, I don't know a lot about traps, but I used to set snares sometimes, at home. I always felt very bad for the rabbits, but..." She trailed off, remembering the little rabbit kits she'd see running through the forest sometimes, their ears pinkishly see-through and their litte noses...better not dwell on it. "I can teach you what I know. You'd have to go out tomorrow morning and see if anything got caught thought. Sometimes it takes a little time." Looking around her she took in the trees surrounding them and the narrow path she herself had been riding on. She wasn't really much of a hunter, but she had grown up on a farm in a woodland area, and what she knew was a blend of skills necessary for survival, and little things picked up on the way. "Have you seen any rabbit tracks nearby?"
Turning back to her saddle packs, to see if she had any of that oiled cord left, the barrage of questions caught her somewhat unaware. She was used to asking a lot of questions herself though, so the speed at which they were fired at her didn't annoy her, it just confused her a little. "Um, I've had Salma since she was born...my father, eh, we breed horses. I trained her myself. But you're probably right, there doesn't seem to be a lot of horses around here. I...I grew up around them, so I'm very used to it. Have you never seen a horse before?" Most of the time, Jill forgot that most ordinary people never came in close contact with horses. She had lived with them for her whole life, working and training horses. Since they sold a lot of horses to the nobility, she had assumed that others got to see them too. It had not yet dawned on her that owning a horse was a symbol of status - mostly because she would laugh at anyone suggesting that she owned Salma. "You work as a hunter?"
Unclasping her brightly coloured cloak, she swung it off her shoulders and slung it over Salma's back, just behind the saddle. Attaching it with a leather cord, she then opened the saddle bag closest to her, and peeked down into it, standing on her tippy toes just a little.