Feet were not meant to walk on, Jill had decided. She knew of course that technically they were, but after a lifetime on horseback she had had little practice travelling on her own feet. She was leading Salma, who was still quite frisky, unused to not travelling at a faster and harder pace. The horse carried her bags though, so Jill guessed she had it easier than some of the others. The knights who wore armour must be knackered, carrying around all that metal as well as their packs.
She had spent the time pleasantly discussing this and that with Lillie though. Jill had found no reason to regret her growing fondness of the older woman, she was pleasant company and very interesting to talk to. She knew things and had seen much that Jill had not. Since she was not afraid of horses, their friendship had a glorious future ahead of it.
The discussion about armour was interesting too. She had never contemplated wearing armour, even though Bennick had told her repeatedly that she played with fire. To her, armour was bulky and stopped her from moving freely while on horseback. But judging from what had happened the other day and some tidbits and guesses about Dalish armour that Lillie had supplied, Jill was starting to wonder if she maybe should get some.
When Conlan shouted, Jill froze, hands tightening on the reins as she just stood there. It was the magic, blue tendrils coursing from Lillie's hands that woke Jill from her stupor. "I'll try not to get skewered this time," she commented to the healer lightly, managing just barely to keep a tremor out of her voice. When they had been planning strategies, Conlan had said she could help if she was on horseback. It was her chance to show them that she and Salma could help, that they could bring something to the group. She might not be a knight or a mercenary, but no one could do what she and Salma did after all. And the darkspawn...the darkspawn did not deserve life.
Jumping lightly into the saddle, Jill spent a second looking around her. She saw the others readying themselves, more warriors surging forward, some archers falling back. She had never fought with a group of this size, indeed she had rarely fought in a group at all. But years of training still made her see the patterns. If she could circle the darkspawn and keep moving, she thought, adrenaline running through her veins like liquid silk. Her bow was in her hands and she didn't remember pulling it from it's sheath. It was time to move. Steering Salma with her feet, she was off, going sideways, the first arrow flying through the air.