let them eat cake.

Being a big sister was hard.

Teaching her all the rules of the Peak was bad enough, but her momma kept taking her side every time they fought. It was infuriating for the girl... but most of the time Tony loved her baby sister. She was so tiny and perfect and fragile. Momma had to keep reminding her that she wasn't as big as her and didn't have as much energy, but she still sometimes forgot.

There was so much Peak left to show her and yet Colette was already curled up with my momma sleeping again. Bored, the eager young mare ended up jogging away to go run up the rocks on the northern face of the Peak. They were positioned just so that she could jump from one to the next like a game of the floor is lava, always working on her balance and strength. Momma had said she couldn't spar yet, but that didn't mean Tony didn't want to be ready for it when the time came.

That's how she came to spot the strange stallion approaching Bubbles. Antoinette didn't like stallions as a rule, of course. They were stinky and gross and dumb, but she especially didn't like stallions she didn't know. And especially, especially didn't like them talking to one of their own, even if they were pretending to be nice with the fake smiles they all wore.

"Hey!" The yearling shouted as she abruptly changed course, bounding down the rocky slope and sending small stones scattering before her in a tiny avalanche. "Get away from her, Lagoonie!"

Of course, Tony didn't know he was a Lagoonie, but they had already invaded the Peak's borders multiple times in her short year-long life, and the worried faces of the mares after her mother's defeat of Vane were still in her mind. She wobbled as she made her way down the slope but refused to slow down until she was bouncing to a halt at Bubbles' shoulder, her lean yearling physique dwarfed by the size of both adults.

"She belongs here!" She shouted firmly, ears twisted back against her poll.

OOC: Tony can't officially block so this is just for her own character development. <3

daughter of marceline.