let them eat cake.

There is no denying that Nyimara is good at what she does. Everything about her countenance and bearing is designed to get beneath Antoinette's hide, and despite everything that Marceline had tried to teach her, it works. Fury colors everything in red, making it harder to think clearly, and the wounds that come with being forced away from your home to a land you didn't belong in, all to feed a parent's vendetta do nothing to assuage the anger in the young mare.

She bristles beneath Nyimara's gaze, her tail lashing viciously from side to side as she glares back at her, hostility caged between her teeth. The Arab cross might hold her leash now, but Tony is determined that once she makes it through this situation, she will never allow herself to be debased this way again.

"Does it matter?" Tony shoots back as Nyi prods at Marceline's past. In truth, before the Peak had never been particularly interesting to the young girl. What mattered is that there was the Peak, and all the wonderful things that came with the Peak, and then there had been Asmodeus and all the terrible things that came with Asmodeus. And the latter she only cared about because she'd been forced to live through it, whether she wanted to be there or not. "Oh wait," she snaps again, reverting to relatively childish insults out of lack of certainty on where Nyi was going. She didn't have a defense against whatever this attempt was and so she lashed out wildly. "I'm sure you'll tell me what you think anyway, just to hear yourself talk, you old windbag."

Sneering, she turned again to resume her march inland. She doubted that would be enough to dissuade Nyimara, but she was so tired from the swim and her ineffectual attempt to attack the mare that all she wanted to do was find water and collapse at it's edge.

daughter of marceline.