𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌: 𝒜 𝑀𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽

Crystal had excused herself politely from the table, taking a moment to regain herself after the small slip in her response, the moment the door to the mare's room closed behind her, the powder blue mare cast her spell, she erected a shield and made sure it was sound proof, a spell she had often used during moments she truly wished to be left alone, even by those dear to her, as soon as the spell was completed she took a deep breath before she unleashed her frustration and anger, screaming at the top of her lungs her eyes closed as tears escaped her, she cursed her actions out loud for no one to hear. How could she have let it come this far, she had already regretted accepting the interview the moment she had said yes, the main reason she had accepted in the first place was because she wanted to get this done and return to her more peaceful life, oh how much of a fool she was for thinking it was that simple, the loss of her mask had only been the beginning of the ride, it had cracked the lock on Pandora's box, though her slip just now, that moment where she had not realized her emotions slipped past her defenses, it has broken the lock and opened the box wide, there was no way of undoing this now, HE would see this, HE would read this, and HE would find her once more. The screaming stopped, it slowly turned and twisted into loud and clear sob of pain, her anger replaced by fear, her courage replaced with the childish fear of a foal who knew she was in trouble and was aware that there was no escape, shaking on her hooves she finally let go of the spell as she took deep and shaky breaths, the small shaky gasps in between were the only evidence of her emotions right now, her tears had stopped falling, but they were still burning behind her blue colored eyes. ''Why, why do the Fates cross me like this, is this the price i pay for trying to hide for so long?, for trying to run from it all instead of facing it head on?, if so...sweet celestia what have i brought down upon myself, i burned my own bridges today instead of trying to find another solution, i could have rejected the interview, i could have lost my match on purpose even!'' though she felt as if she was screaming her words, they were no more then a whisper in truth, swallowing she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before she looked in the mirror above the counters, as she turned on the cold water on one of the sinks, she also took a piece of toilet paper to dry her eyes, then refreshed herself a bit splashing a little water in her face. Finally she had fully regained herself, taking a moment to go over her words that she had slipped during the interview, the look on the reporters face had been a wake up call, had she not looked up at him then the damage would have been worse, sure there were already going to be consequences for what she had said, the moment HE would catch her words on paper, saying she preferred to have nothing to do with him, it would no doubt end up in a confrontation, much like it had been in the past, there had been a lie in her words, her childhood was not the last time they had spoken, but it certainly had been at least 10 years since the last time, she was now 23 springs old, their last confrontation she had been 13 nearly 14, and even back then she had so much fire beneath the surface but less control over it, the young girl had said what was on her heart and mind that day, though she did not regret her words, she did regret the action itself for his temper was just as intense as hers, but unlike her he made no effort in private to hide it, if someone tried to outsmart him they would pay the price, if not by words it was by action, sure he had been furious with her for the fact she had through words renounced their connections, she had stated she despised sharing his blood, while he cherished her like a price almost, not as a being but a price alone, his blood, his lineage that was continuing through her, he saw her as the only thing his foolish grandson had done right. Thinking of their past conversation her temper flared once more, compared to that day this was merely a small slip of words, right now the most important thing was to apologize to a pony who had nothing to do with this, the poor unicorn had not fully deserved her anger, if anything the expression they had given had saved her from making a worse mess then she already had, with these facts in mind she returned to their table to continue with the interview, and hopefully she could sleep peacefully tonight after a apology and a way to erase the look or fear in those eyes, because in the end she would proof to be nothing like Blake Wyatt Sinclair.