Too preoccupied with her own tragic circumstances, Svetka didn't immediately notice the arrival of the very help she'd called for until the other filly spoke. Who are you? The champagne girl jumped in place and whirled to face her would-be interrogator, only to inadvertently drag her injured foot along the ground and jostle the piece of wood.

"Uh - OW," she scream-cried and immediately turned to glare at it again, cocking it high enough now that it was nearly to her belly. Impervious to her pain, the monochrome filly was undaunted in her questioning and continued to berate Svetka. "A stick-" she paused as the other girl continued. "I'm Svet- I'M SVETKA!" She finally yelled when Una finished, huffing a sigh that came with a risky stomp of her forehoof.

You're trespassing. Indignantly, Svetka's head raised and her ears pinned back. "No I'm not! I can't trespass. My dad is the King of the whole island, duh." She tossed her tiny muzzle toward the other girl with a narrow-eyed expression. And while she wasn't wrong, she also knew she wasn't entirely right. Daddy had said she was allowed to travel to the Arch and to the Inlet freely, but that the Bay was supposed to be off limits. That's why she was sneaking. "Maybe you're the one trespassing. Not that anyone would want to trespass here," she complained. "Your stinky land put a stick in my foot and I can't get it out!"

"Will you take it out for me?" As quickly as the bratty, argumentative side came out, it disappeared and was replaced by veritable puppy dog eyes. She extended the affected hoof toward the other filly hopefully, her head dropping into a pleading position. It usually worked on her family, so she saw no reason she couldn't make this girl also take pity on her.