she got up onto the tatter-colt, with his help of course.

Hate and blame herself.

Ash got up behind her, Puck turning into a raven in an explosion of feathers.


And nothing else?

She let Ash steer, since she had no idea how to ride a horse.

It's what she did back after the Incident for years. But this time there's even more stuff for her to resent herself for.

Beneath them, the tatter-colts hooves clopped against the pavement, a quiet rhythm. On this lonely stretch of Louisiana highway, surrounded by tupelo trees and moss-covered cypress, few cars passed them, and the ones that did flew by without slowing down, tossing leaves in their wake. They couldnt see the shaggy black horse with eyes like hot coals, walking along the road without reins or bit or saddle. They couldnt see the figures on its back.

And she was just going to wallow in her own pity?

She...thought that was slightly strange, but decided to not question it right now.

No. No pity. Just extremely damaging resentment that's just going to deteriorate her mental health further.

Mortals couldn't see fey, remember?

Well, that's just great.