Falina snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. She braced her weight on her heels, with one hip jutted almost petulantly outward. "Sorry. The horse's name is Salma." She broke apart the name into syllables, not to mock Jill but to learn it. Surfacers were so touchy about their pets. The dwarf clenched her teeth, after all, it wasn't her fault for being born under a pile of rocks. Some things had to be learned and horse's not being 'it's' just happened to be one of them.
She pursed her small mouth, running the tip of her tongue against the mosaic of ridges and bumps at the roof. "Well, that's good. Don't they scare easily?" There was a lot about the creatures that she didn't understand, the few that she'd traveled with to Vigil's Keep were enormous. They had been too new and too frightening to really learn about or watch, and while Falina didn't trust Salma any more than she did those horses, at least Jill was a friendly-looking person to ask. The messenger wasn't the Warden Commander, or a human noble. Maybe the woman was just rude and Falina could chalk this conversation up to a mistake. "I don't think that they should be loose. They're so big, horses can stomp on you before you even wake up."