let them eat cake.

Cahyr's presence is of no concern to you, the mare had said, as if Antoinette didn't share the same stinky father as the champagne colt her baby sister had been fascinated by. Whether Antoinette wanted to admit it or not, she had hoped that he would be here. She didn't share the same attachment to him that Nikki had, but he would have at least been a familiar face, and a bulwark against Nyimara's cruelty in whatever form she decided to shape it. The knowledge that he wasn't here had made her stomach churn uneasily as the fear she kept tamped down reared its ugly head and reminded her that she was still just a girl, torn between two parents whose vendetta had claimed her as collateral.

Tony's jaw clenched as tears of worry and frustration tickled at her eyes, and she willed them away so fiercely that her nostrils stung with the intake of each angry little breath.

"You aren't my friend," she spits in answer, the vitriolic words singing the air between them. And while Tony didn't want to answer, Nyimara wasn't wrong. The spotted girl hated the Shore, both because it was humid and claustrophobic and stinky, and also because it represented - to her at least - everything her mother had given up on for the sake of a stallion that hadn't even bothered to be in her life in the beginning. "So you can stop asking."

She finished her dismissal with a snap of her tail as she turned on her heel and began marching inland. She had no idea where to go or how to get there, but everything in her wished to be free of the mare that had stolen her, if only so that she could let the damnable tears fall in peace. "Besides," she called over her shoulder as she walked on, "at least it was better than this."

daughter of marceline.