"Ow, ow, ow!" The filly hissed, snatching her gangly limb back from the rock that it had been propped upon for inspection. A greenish paste was smeared on a cut near her coronet band. "That hurts!" She said accusingly, ears pinned tightly to the nape of her neck as she shook the offended limb, wincing at the pain.

"It will hurt worse if we do not take care of it," the lean black stallion beside her said patiently - the same greenish goo smeared across his muzzle from where he'd been applying it. Antoinette made a face that clearly indicated she did not particularly agree with him in the slightest but still gingerly placed the hoof back onto the rock. "How did you hurt your-" he began, but a glance toward the storm brewing on the filly's face had his choice of words shifting quickly. "I mean, what happened to your foot?"

Rolling her hazel eyes, Tony huffed a snort and then began to explain, eagerly taking the bait of his distraction. "Well, I was trying to do some scouting for my momma so I could go round up more horses to vote for her when the ground fell out - right from under my feet!" Her eyes got big with the retelling, exaggeration saturating every word. "No, really, it did! And a rock fell on my foot as I was trying to get my balance back and it really, really hurt."

"I see," he hummed, eyeing her as he carefully applied another layer of the salve. "I'm sorry it hurt, but it should get better quickly."

"Do you promise?"

He hesitated before nodding. Relieved, the filly's tense shoulders loosened a bit, but none of her fire departed. "Good, cause otherwise I'd have to tell my momma you're a bad healer. And then she'd kick you out 'cause she's super important." The filly's chest puffed up as she raised her neck, clearly proud of her mother. "She's the Prime Minister of the whole Peak."

Gecko, who had not yet had the pleasure of meeting Marceline, only hummed in response, which was clearly not a satisfactory answer for the filly, whose countenance immediately shifted toward suspicion. She yanked her foot back again and glared at the kind black stallion. "Are you gonna vote for my momma at the 'lections?"

Unease stole across his face but he shook his head briefly. "If I could I would," he hastened to reassure the girl, though he had no great feeling in either direction for Marceline or most of the sisters. The only one he had any true interaction with was Ashteroth and she'd thoroughly confused him. "But stallions - err, trinkets," he corrected himself, hating it just as much now as he had at the start, "cannot vote. Elections are just for full members."

She hesitated again as if deciding whether or not to believe him and then nodded. It made sense, especially considering mares were obviously the bravest and the smartest and the most level-headed. Who would ever give stallions the right to vote anyway? "Oh good." She nodded with a bob of her chin. Now that the transaction was - in her mind - finished, she spun and gingerly jogged off in search of something - or someone - else to entertain her.

The black stallion watched her depart for a moment, his brow furrowed with a combination of exasperation and amusement. He snorted softly, shook his head, and then turned back to the small stream he'd found to wash his muzzle off with a small chuckle. "You're welcome, kid."

OOC - Option to approach either one of them <3