Now, her father had always said she got her mother's beauty, and even her grandmother's, too - she got his speed, her mother's strength and her grandmother's tenacity and yet, she got no social tact at all. Now, she didn't know if such a thing was hereditary or not but what she did know was that it was completely and utterly overrated. She'd been born in the Crags and she damn well acted like she had been too - if it wasn't her her parents grooming her, she would likely be a mess of russet fur with twigs and feathers sticking out of her, too. Through and through, she was a wild child with energy to burn and many, many lessons to be learned. Perhaps, today, she would have to learn a new one. Sinclair had tried to teach her but that lesson had ended with him trying to (according to her) drown her and she having to clean up his wounds. To say that it hadn't been a successful lesson would be as much as an understatement as it were not a surprise.

Really, she hadn't expected to collide with him, and she squeaked as the air rushed from her lungs during the impact. As he rolled, she rolled too, a tangle of black legs and a tail flopping about hopelessly before she landed with a thud on her side. Dazed, she blinked a few times, taking her a moment to realise what exactly had happened. The moment she met his gaze, he was up and looking, in her opinion, all the funnier - his fur fluffed out, strewn with leaf litter and his expression, don't get her started! She laughed quietly, a girlish chortle as she too rose, shaking out her fur though she hardly cared for appearances right now. Then, of course, he started to get uppity, asking her why and so on, and so on. Really, it was the same thing she had to go through with Sinclair - why couldn't boys just, you know, play these days? Delya was always up for playing but no, boys had to be difficult, didn't they? She stuck her tongue out, though her face was alight in a playfulness that would be hard to shake.

"Where would the fun in that be, though? The element of surprise is important, you know. I was just pretending you were, I don't know, a deer or something."

She laughed once more, her tail flopping about happily behind her before she tried to puff herself up proudly. Who was she? Hah! What a silly question, though she dare not say it aloud. She didn't like sounding smug and besides, being mysterious was cool, right? It was better if others had to ask about her then already know about her, right? She'd had to check about that but nonetheless. It was just baffling that he couldn't see the resemblance to Octavia, or so she thought at least.

"I'm Cersei, and it's a pleasure to beat you, Tristan. You have to admit - that was a damn good tackle. You made a good landing though, I'll give you that."

She winked playfully before rocking back to be seated, wrapping her tail around her legs before attempting to slick the fur back into place. Still, she kept a keen eye on him, a cocked brow and a devious smirk - so, what did her sister see in the boy? She liked hanging out with him and soon, Cersei would find out why. For now, though, they had another matter to discuss and with a flick of her ear, she paused her grooming and rose to meet his eyes levelly once more.

"So, why were you in such a hurry, anyway?"