ANTOINETTE
Momma was home.

The girl charged down from her lofty perch at breakneck speed, hoping to both escape trouble for being too high and too reckless by reaching her momma before she noticed. From afar, she could see the Peak mares drawing to her mother as if drawn by some invisible magnetic force and felt another burst of pride in her chest at such clear indications of Marceline's importance. She was the best Prime Minister ever, and Tony couldn't wait to follow in her footsteps some day.

A delighted exclamation was ready to leave her lips as she rocketed toward the group, but it died as she noticed the wide array of expressions on the adult's faces. Her pace slowed to a jog and then to a slower cautious walk as she took in what they were saying, threading her way through the group to Marceline's side without saying anything. There were a number of things she wanted to try saying, but much of the context of the conversation was over her head. Her mind was stuck on the fact that her momma had killed one of them, proving she was - beyond a doubt - the toughest warrior of them all. And so, for once, the spotted daughter of Marcline holds her tongue, and offers no words apart from a fond brush of her muzzle against her dam's leg while she listens to the Peak transform, both itself, and her future.

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WYNN

For the better part of a week, Wynn had spent her time familiarizing herself with the Peak. It is not unlike her mother's descriptions of it, but somehow hearing how large the mountains were and seeing it for herself were two vastly different things. She hadn't yet had time to make connections with anyone other than Serenity, and so when she spotted a handful of mares all congregating toward a central point, she, too, turned toward it.

What they discussed, however, was nothing Wynn was prepared to handle. Her brow furrowed as they spoke of murder and alliances, and she was forced to confront the fact that the Peak she had heard of was apparently very different from the Peak that existed now. That even her mental version of Serenity was vastly different from what her initial impression had been. It made her stomach tilt uneasily and she considered retreating, but something kept her feet grounded.

"Why does it matter what the herds will do?" She asked, mild confusion in her voice. "Does the Lagoon politely ask for the herds to send their children to their ranks? Is that how they've gotten so large?" Wynn didn't know for certain of course, given that her home had mostly gone unnoticed by the Lagoon, but she'd heard enough stories to assume that the answer to her rhetorical questions was no. "Have the herds ever attempted to help the Peak - help us-" she corrected herself, "against the Lagoon?"