Arja smiled brightly at the woman and her horse. This was why she loved people. So interesting and with different emotions, already she, herself, had gone from boredom, to panic, to apologetic, and onto quite pleased. With the crisis fully passed, she let her grin widen naturally. “Hello Salma.” She said sweetly, not quite brave enough to try and pet the horse, but still giving it a friendly bob of her head. Quietly, she wondered if horses could hold a grudge. The thought terrified her a little and so she sent her mind speeding right past it and onto what Jill was saying.
“The hunters have been trying to get me to use traps.” she said conversationally. They'd kept telling her that she needed to learn more, but she was still trying to get her mastery of the crossbow up. Arja liked hunting with them because it made her feel useful and made her mom happy, but she wasn't really interested in being one of them. But that didn't mean she wanted to walk home empty-handed and let them give her another hard time. “D'you know a lot about them? D'you think you could teach me?” Her eyes lit up, for some reason she was more interested in learning when it didn't come from a stern lecture about the intricacies of a trap, go figure.
Already, Arja was liking the woman more and more, not only because she'd kindly let the whole 'oops I almost shot your horse' thing go, but she was even taking the time to talk. And there wasn't much Arja liked better. And now that they were getting on better terms, she didn't feel the need to hold back her questions and thoughts. “You don't see many horses!” Very very few in fact. “Even round a place like Gwaren, not a common sight. Have you had Salma long?” Curiosity usually always got the better of her, and at the moment she was wondering how exactly one acquired a horse. Not that she was looking to, the thought of riding on one scared her more than the thought of being trampled by one.