She watched the woman stand in shocked silence for a moment, then grin widely. She seemed amused at the mere idea and frankly, Imenry was too, now that she thought about it. It wasn't like the woman looked like nobility with her flyaway hair and the way she was dressed. But she could have just been an eccentric noble. A young, pretty wife who had her husband wrapped around her little finger so that she could do whatever she wanted, even play with the horses.
"A messenger? I see. And your family raised horses? Here in Highever? I thought that was mostly done up near Orlais or in the Free Marches or something? How did your family get started in that?" She was curious herself, and if Jill was going to ask her questions, well then she would just ask them right back.
"Camouflage? No way. I mean... it's not really like I spend my time anywhere overly blue. It's just war paint like... like donning armor almost, but more symbolic. Aside from my own traditions there's no reason to wear it. I just like to." She shrugged easily and smiled to herself at the next question. That one was always one of the first ones asked. "A tiny Mountain village to the Southwest. So we can't have animals because it's up in the craggy peaks, rather hard to navigate even on foot. And it's cold. It snows year round. I don't think many animals would do well there."
She didn't mind questions. Unless they were really deep probing questions, but even those she could find her way around. Imenry had become a master of giving just enough information to satisfy curiosity without telling too much about herself and her people. It was her preservation.