Jill was thinking of the different interesting things she had tried at the Market place - she really loved market places, because there was such a bustle, always something to see and something new to try. Once she had eaten something (never trust a vendor who refuses to name the animal where the meat came from!) that she strongly suggested was roasted rat...that was one of her worse memories. With a fond smile, those times had been happy after all, despite the exotic foodstuff, Jill looked at the road between Salma's ears for a moment, before shaking her head and letting her thoughts wander on.
Salma was gaining speed, obviously rejoicing in getting to stretch her legs and run, and Jill could well understand her. When she felt Lillie clutching her waist tightly, she realised that maybe the other woman did not quite understand.
"Are you all right?" she asked, trying to temper the longing in her voice. She really wanted Lillie to be fine, so they could have a good gallop before returning to the caravan. "She is a little restless, she just wants to feel the wind in her hair." Sensing that maybe senseless chatting was the way to calm Lillie (that was after all quite the method Lillie used on her in the evenings), Jill kept on talking, while she kept the reins in a steady hand.
"I can make her stop if you want to, but I'm not going to let you fall off. If you feel like you're going to, tense your legs around her. When I was a little girl, my grand mother would only let me practice galloping in the summer, in the meadows where it was soft to fall. She refused to give me any instructions, just saying that when I had learnt to fall off, I could learn to stay on the horse..."