"Oh? South of Highever?" She looked thoughtful. She didn't think she'd passed it on the way here from Denerim, but if it was a farm, it had probably been a ways off the road. She blinked, drawn from her thoughts by the sound of Jill's voice as she explained that her family had been raising horses for so long that she didn't know of a time before then. It reminded her of her home, the village that had been there so long that only a few books even told of the story of how they'd come there. Books that were probably burnt to ashes now.
She swallowed the lump of bitterness that rose in her throat, and looked down at Jill again, trying to clear her mind from such thoughts. "Goats or dogs? No. The only animals we saw were wild. We did a lot of hunting and trapping... the sorts of things that can live up there; rabbits, wolves, mountain goats..."
"I guess since you grew up with them, it makes sense. But you know how rare they are. Few people in Ferelden even see one, let along get a chance to ride one. You're lucky in that respect." She turned to look at the horses, curious. "Just how do you ride one of those things anyway? I think I'd fall off." It was then that something struck her and she looked over at Jill. "I'm sorry. I didn't introduce myself at all. My name is Imenry." She held out her hand towards the other woman.