clinging to the edge

Ashe the woods are lovely, dark, and deep but i have promises to keep    Her eyes jumped from Kalt and to Vervain when she spoke. She didn't lift her head from Percy's, her hands smoothing beneath the curve of his horns.  The I'm sorry thing came again, and she had to hold her breath. The words were painful and harsh no matter how gentle they came - they made it real. She turned her head to press her brow to the stallion's, releasing the breath slowly. Hurt. She was hurt too.    Ashe glanced up at the silent words from Kalt, pressing her lips together. "Thank you," she murmured silently back. With a tired nod, she pressed a kiss to Percy's head before she stepped away, her hand brushing Kalt's. Percy himself nickered appreciatively to Kalt, a large head turning to bump against the man's shoulder. Ashe might have smiled before.. The girl turned to face her mother then. There were tears in her eyes, and her chest ached powerfully as she dragged her feet to the witch.    She glanced down at herself as she stopped before Vai. The pains were trickling in, but she'd had far worse, and none of it could compare to the other pain. One that was too much to be real, too outlandish to consider, that he could truly be --    Her face still streaked with the evidence of tears turned up to her mother, swallowing hard past the lump in her throat. "Is.. is Remi.. is he okay?" she managed hoarsely. His scream echoed in those hollow reached of her, and she nearly flinched at everything that came with that. and miles to go before i sleep.