She reached a crossroad and stopped, wondering which road to take and where it was likely to take her to.
Having decided, she turned towards the left and pushed at the reins and the horse galloped down the road her hair falling off the bind and flying with the winds.
She held on tight to her bag and the reins at the same time knowing the implication of her falling off the horse. All her efforts can not be in vain and she would spend the rest of her life regretting her action.
The wind bit into her skin as the dense air flew around her. Thanks to Tristan who had taught her in their few rides how to handle a horse. At first, she had been averse to the thought but now she can't help but to thank him.
She continued riding for a while not knowing where in particular she was going.
She came
