Split oak

Sliding in front of him, she kept her legs to one side and tried to avoid touching him. Her comfortability with him was strained due to her comments. "Go towards Dalen, and once you see a split oak tree on the trail stop. It isn't too far after the split in the road. Maybe a minutes ride." Fingers intertwined in the horses mane. She trusted the horse out of her control far more than Artem to stabilize her. Just before they took off she turned to look at him, though he looked ahead like she wasn't there. Opening her mouth to say something, to apologize, attempt to say anything to redeem herself- but she stopped. Leaving it as is, she figured salt in a wound would damage their 'relationship' further.