If it were up to her she'd go out riding a lot more.
It isn't dangerous - well, isn't particularly dangerous - and it's relaxing like nothing else in the world is relaxing. It's the being somewhere where almost no one could come and find her, it's the movement, it's the quiet, it's the fact that maybe it is a tiny bit dangerous.
If she ever meets her uncle in the afterlife she's going to slap him for being so stupid and inspiring the whole family to such heights of overprotectiveness in his absence -
- the forest was. Not this forest a minute ago. It was a different, familiar forest. She doesn't recognize these trees.
That's not good.
She slows to a walk. Doesn't stop, probably not a good idea to stop, but not a good idea to go charging into anything either. She has a pendant she can use to call for help. She twiddles it.