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Naomi let out a tiny laugh. "Yeah my ice powers do come in handy sometimes , but not often. And don't worry about the shirt...I can always get a new one." Naomi caught Fredrick's eyes looking at her. "So um...are you feeling better?" she said trying to change the subject.

Naomi smiled widely at the horse and said "Yeah we're going to fix you right up." She then picked up the hoof and held it firmly this time


((I'm going to go to bed Senryu...I don't know about your timezone but it's like 3:30 am here. Goodnight))

Cyrus yawned as the horse slowed to a trot before the School. His uncle had given him a small coin bag and payed for the horse to take him here, which had cost the man nearly two weeks wages alone.

In his dark green jacket, Cyrus withdrew his letter of acceptance and reread it. He knew he had to report to a Headmaster and register, then he would begin classes immediately. Checking himself over in a nearby puddle, he glared at the small shadows forming under his eyes and nudged his horse forward. The sun was warm against his shaven head, and he wanted to be on his way soon. If this school didn't have anything interesting to offer him, he'd just use this as a chance to get as far away as possible as soon as possible.

Scanning the outside perimeter, Cyrus finally arrived at the stables. Inside he found a young man and woman working on a horse's shoe. Nudging his own horse forward a bit, he dismounted and started to approach them. He despised meeting new people, but he needed someone to direct him to the headmaster so he could begin his studies here... and if this was indeed a waste of his time, he wanted to find out soon.

Walking up behind the man, he cleared his throat. "Excuse me, I'm looking for the Headmaster. Do you think you could point me in the right direction?" As he spoke, he eyed the nearby nails and wondered if the man would be suspicious if he just "borrowed" some. He'd come without any defenses except his knuckledusters (concealed in his sleeves) and that was making him feel just a bit less secure than he prefered.

William looked up when the teacher began to speak. he put his current book away and took out his note book and nutrition book and flipped to the instructed page, and waited to see if there were anymore instructions. He eximined the teacher. his, eyes, his facal features,The way he stood ,even his clothing was emotionless. why do we have to know about plants that increase blood flowhe thought to himself. he removed his hat then took off his necklace, he began to play with it, tossing it from hand to hand, running his fingers over the cold silver, dropping it and catching it in midair, he was bored and when he got bored he figited. the only sound William heard was pages flipping and the small clicking of his necklace as he played with it.

((I apologize if there is in fact someone playing the secretary, I figured the lines were so minor it wouldn't matter, but feel free to change it if it's a problem.))

Cyrus nodded his agreement with the older man, handing his reigns over to the man. As he turned to leave, he feigned a slight fall that ended with him tipping over the bucket of nails. He quickly bent down and righted the bucket, though unseen by the others in the stable one or two of its contents found their way into his coat.

Heading to the entrance he dusted himself off and entered the main foyer, and after wandering for some time, found his way upstairs. Approaching the secretary he said: "I'm supposed to meet with one of the headmasters... Whichever one is in the stables currently?"

"Ah, that'll be Garreth. Follow me please." she replied and lead him over to the headmaster's office. Sitting down, he waited for her to leave and then began fidgeting in his seat. Looking around the office, there were several pieces of interesting merchandise he very much wanted to take apart and examine... luckily he was tired enough from his ride over that he managed to resist his tinkering urges.

Pulling the two nails he pilfered from the stables out, he examined them, and saw that they were minorly sharp, but probably too dull to make good bolts. He'd have to find a sharpening stone and some form of string later to turn them into proper "surprises" for any new "friends" he might make during his time here.

Slipping them back into his pocket, his hands started getting sweaty, and he hoped that the headmaster would show up soon, otherwise his tinkering urges would overcome his common sense... and that never ended well.

"Cyrus Ahrez, sir. The weapons I currently use are my knuckledusters..." his voice trailed off. He was going to add 'and whatever else I make while I'm here' but figured from the man's demeanor that he wouldn't stand for that sort of thing.

As he waited for the headmaster to hand him the map and his dorm room number and class schedule, Cyrus had to try and keep himself from yawning. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and he knew it would probably be a while before he was settled in enough to sleep well here... however long he was here. He knew that he was nothing special, and a school as good as this one, probably wouldn't tolerate his mediocre demeanor. His grandpa told him he could be one of the best, and his skill with weapon and item modification was amazing... but Cyrus wasn't sure he even cared that much.

Sighing softly, he waited for the headmaster to hand him the documents.

William was listening to the teacher as he started talking about venus flytraps and it's man-eating reletive. sure glad there arn't any of those around here.