let them eat cake.

"Okay," the girl murmured to herself as she hopped from one boulder to another as she descended down the side of a mountain. Her mother would have scolded her for such recklessness, but her mother wasn't here, which meant that Tony was allowed to do whatever she wanted, obviously. Landing on the path with a spray of gravel, she finished her thought with a flick of her tail. "Patrols are done. Trinkets are checked." Lifting her small head imperiously, she peered out over the territory, feeling rather proud and important.

With her mother gone, leading obviously fell onto her shoulders, at least as far as the girl was concerned. Auntie Ashteroth could handle all the theft attempts and auntie Serenity could handle the fighting, which meant that it was up to Tony to do the leading. The bossing, the ordering, the chasing. The checking, and double checking, and guessing. She had to keep everything perfectly in line so that when her momma came back from whatever she was doing on Salem, Tony could give her a full debriefing.

In truth, she didn't immediately notice the other filly until her grumpy voice broke the quiet, but that did not stop her own fuzzy ears from pinning back at the sheer rudeness of her tone. "You can't talk to me like that." She protested loudly, marching closer with her neck all bowed up as if she were approaching a fight. "I'm the princess of the Peak." Which, of course, was no official title of any kind, but one that Antoinette had bestowed upon herself due to being the daughter of the Peak's leader.

Lifting her head imperiously, the little pintaloosa glared down at her sister valkyrie. "You need to say sorry, right now."

daughter of marceline.