Falls

let them eat cake.

Somehow, the awkwardness of the other mare helps to cast off some of the tension surrounding the red-spotted girl and she laughs faintly, bobbing her head mid-chatter. "Yeah, but uh, I don't recommend it." Her lips felt as blue as the clear sky at the tiptop of the mountain, where the wind stole every bit of warmth you possessed, though she knew no such thing were possible.

There was something about the other mare that set her at ease, as though she could finally let down the shoulders that had been held taught ever since her return to the Peak. This mare, at least, had no idea how utterly she had failed to make her point to the sisters. Had no idea that the daughter of Marceline, greatest Prime Minister of the Peak, and a granddaughter of a King, had failed so badly among her peers that no one had even offered her a pity vote.

"We can stick-" The offer she was about to make to the pretty mare was cut off abruptly as another mare approached, and she turned toward the approacher with inherent wariness that ebbed at the sight of her. She, too, was a pretty creature, though seemingly more meek than the quicksilver mare with the injured leg.

She nodded mutely at the girl's question, a reply ready on her lips that she quelled in order to listen instead. Eagerness gleamed in her bright eyes at the realization that she had a real, bona fide opportunity here. It had been years since Tony had been able to enjoy the companionship of a peer her age, and though Ryvar still called the Peak home, she was as reclusive and hard to reach as her mother was. The silence of the one mare she'd call both friend and rival had not helped Tony adjust to the Peak without her baby sister, but she had done her best.

What if that loneliness didn't have to last, though?

"Of course, I can," she said warmly, trying to stuff down her innate reaction of disgust to hear Atlantis mentioned. "You'll love it there," she assured the splashed mare with confidence, lowering her muzzle in a friendly fashion. "It's far prettier than Atlantis, I promise. Although I will admit I do kind of miss the wide open Shore."

Rarely, of course.

She flicked her tail across her haunches and turned her gaze back to the first mare. "I was saying we could stick to the lowlands, if that would be easier? There are still little valleys where you won't have to climb much, but you'll still be with the sisters." With me, she thought hopefully but did not say. "I'm Antoinette, by the way. What are your names?"

daughter of marceline.