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Cresil didn't want to be around anyone. She felt excluded, confused, anxious, hateful... her emotions were swarming and changing at all times and it was seriously exhausting. She didn't ask for her mind, nor did she ask for any of the thoughts that swarmed through. So for now she wandered and tried to keep herself in the clear. She had no idea where she was going, but she was moving and getting somewhere. So that was all that mattered.

She felt disconnected from everything and everyone lately. She was at least thankful to have her sister Reaver, and with father's training she found something to keep her mind preoccupied. But she still was not satisfied with anything. Why did she have to be born? She didn't want to live! Especially when she had three other sisters and a brother to deal with. She was nothing like them. She was silenced and left alone most of the time, since she had nothing to offer in her existence.

She didn't want any of it. And that's why she was on her own at the moment, moving freely. But something still didn't feel right. She couldn't make decisions on her own, or figure out where she should travel to. She knew all and all she'd need to go home eventually, so how was it that she was free?

She was so preoccupied with ignoring the world that the stallion's voice made her tumble forward and trip. Thankfully she caught herself quickly, and with a snarl she made a semi-circle and turned herself to face the silver stallion. What gave him the right to speak to her? And to speak of her father?! This guy was seriously an idiot. "I am of none of your concern." she finally said with a harsh voice. She hated speaking, since she hated the way her voice sounded. It was raspy and unclear, and it held little value compared to her other siblings.

"And you know what, neither is my father. You should leave this instant before things get nasty." The foal then clicked her teeth together as her father had shown her, and every hair on her body inched up in a furious manner. She hated strangers. And that meant that she hated this stallion.

He was weak looking, and she knew she could take him easily. His hair was long and luscious, and she found that very amusing since he was supposedly a stallion. "Even if you are a girl I won't go easy on ya!" an ugly laugh left her mouth as she stomped her front hooves from her self-made joke. Her father had also taught her to taunt when appropriate, and judging from this stallion's hair it felt like the right moment!

Cresil could only blink her dark eyes at the stallion's boldness. He completely ignored everything she did and said and brushed it off as if she was an idiot! Yeah, she'd show him. But when he said she knew of her father, she became even more confused. How was THAT possible? This stallion!? He was pathetic looking! "How do you know my dad!" she then said, with a demanding tone. "He doesn't associate with weaklings." she wasn't kidding, either. Cresil knew why her father had chosen her mother. Her mother was bold and unique in her own right, and could handle any soquili without fail. Cresil wished she could be more like her mother. But that possibility seemed like a joke, just like the many others she'd think of.

"Why do I have to put up with you, Dante?" she then added while stomping her hoof at the stallion. "You showed up and first interrupted my day, second bothered me, and thirdly annoyed me. What makes you think you can do that to a stranger!" Even if he did know of her dad, that didn't give him a right to act all maturely or whatever. He had a lot of nerve! "You're stupid!" she finally yelled, and her face puffed up as her cheeks filled out.

Now she was getting very upset. She felt flustered, and more appropriately bothered by many other thoughts and issues that were beyond this stallion's appearance. Even so, why was this stallion approaching her now when she was feeling most weak and susceptible? She just couldn't understand anything. This was her luck indeed.

The filly remained standoffish even as the stallion apologized, but it was his later words that got her listening. Wait. Wait wait wait. THIS was Dante?! Like, the Dante she'd heard of before?! "Woa." she then said, in the most innocent tone she had ever used. Now she was very glad she always listened to her father's words. If she wasn't a good student then she'd never be able to draw two and two together. But now one piece of knowledge was coming back to her very quickly, as well as a description to fit it. This was Dante. The silver son from Reaper's first mix-up.

She eyed his spikes carefully and took a step closer. She could tell he was surprised from her own interest, and she pouted her lips in a way she had never done before. "Dante, Ezriel, and then Meera. The first three offspring of father."

Why was Dante so surprised? Cresil stared at him and tried to envision what Ezriel and Meera might have looked like in comparison, but so far she was finding that hard to do. So, instead she decided to help her new brother and explain whatever she could for him. This was family, and her father had taught her and her siblings to ALWAYS respect family. She was clearly the immature one for not connecting two and two together from their encounter.

"Father talks of you and Meera quite often." she then said, while watching Dante's shock increase. "He doesn't speak of your brother as much anymore, there was some drama that I am still unaware of." Cresil gave a light shrug and decided to walk around Dante while observing him. "But daddy told each of us to look for you especially. He says that he's seen and mended whatever happened with Meera, and now he needs to rebuild his relationship with you." she paused then and made her way back in front of Dante. "I'm not really sure what happened between you too."

It must have been complicated, though. Cresil remembered her father's eyes when he spoke of Dante. Reaper was upset and frustrated, and it was an emotion Cresil was still working on learning. "Father wants family to be the most important thing, and that's what he's taught us. And oh," she then lowered her ears and hung her head lowly from her neck. "I'm Cresil...and I'm sorry for being a brat." She couldn't help that she found him a stranger at first!

Cresil stared in awe at the outburst of emotions. Clearly this was situation she could never understand. Maybe she was spoiled rotten more then she could even fathom? For example, her parents did everything for her and her siblings. Her father tended to their every request, and their mother made sure they looked their best at all times. What Dante spoke of was the complete opposite... something that sounded even scary to poor Cresil. "That's awful, Dante." was all she could really say, and she realized how selfish she was for trying to run away from home for awhile. Ha! And it was all because she wanted attention? She should be ashamed of herself.

"Your not dragging me in anything, I'm happy to listen." she watched Dante's stressful eyes and decided to move in and snuggle against his leg. When she made it next to him, she giggled at how much taller he was then her. This was something she always did to her parents, and it felt sort of cool to be showing the same sort of affection towards her brother!

"I hope he is proud of me." she then said, while looking up at Dante carefully. "And I have three sisters and a brother. There's a lot of us! And my mother is Angelique. Have you ever met her?" That was probably a strange question to ask, but Cresil didn't know better. "Either way I think they'd all love to meet you. We've all heard so much about you from father!"

Cresil was quiet even after Dante spoke. She was confused, but not because of what Dante said. She was confused on how he was feeling. Or rather, she was confused and wondering if he was a coward. It would be harsh to label anybody with that statement, especially with what Dante had been through. But Cresil was not satisfied. She had laid the facts out about her family, and explained how her father felt about he and Meera. Would more could Dante need to think about?

"Your mind is much more of a mess than mine." she finally said, while rolling her dark eyes. "And I thought I was the worst!" she grinned rather sheepishly and figured Dante wouldn't be impressed. Well, hopefully her brattiness would bring out a change in heart for Dante. Father wanted everything to be ok now! So, why wouldn't Dante allow or want that?

"Dad can't change the past, but he can only change the future." she then said, rather wisely. "I've heard him say that before, to mom, to us." He taught them how to look forward, even if the current seemed unchangeable. "You have to decide if you want to change, Dante." she then added, with a quiet tone. Maybe he didn't. Cresil knew how scary change was, and was nervous to grow herself. But she would never be a coward in anything she did. That was for sure!