let them eat cake.

Tony's anger is always simmering close to the surface, as are most of her emotions if she were honest. She has not yet had reason to develop the sort of thicker skin that might protect her from her own emotional outbursts, and so she often ends up burning herself as oft as she does those around her.

This time was no exception. Given the perceived slight, she is a tiny ball of fire, all fury and ferociousness, ready to launch into battle against her tiny peer at the slightest provocation. And Ryvar handed her at least that. The girl's words were pointed, digging beneath Antoinette's thin skin and chipping away at the ball of self-worth she kept next to her heart. "Liar," she snarled, fuzzy ears pinned against her slender neck. "I'm not that kind of princess."

And she wasn't, was she? She might do a lot of waiting around for her mom, but that's because her momma was busy. It certainly wasn't because she was going to waste her time waiting for some prince charming. Hell, she didn't even really want to meet her dad, considering that - by all accounts thus far - he was a boy, and boys were gross.

"TAKE IT BACK!" She shouts suddenly as Ryvar shoulder checks her, the small impact enough to jostle her from her thoughts. She exploded into motion, launching her lithe body toward her peer like a torpedo, with gravel flying from the sudden burst of speed from her hooves. Tony was utterly untried in battle, given that skirmishes with her mother were limited and obviously decidedly one-sided, but she had watched enough of the ladies spar to duck her head as she sought to return the shoulder check with triple the force. Whether or not she would succeed was another matter entirely.

daughter of marceline.