Language of Artemis

[Cyril Kingsley]

Behind stall number one stood Artemis, a male Friesian who could be seen as sort of a gentle giant, so long as all his needs were met. If he was hungry, thirsty, or something was sore on him then he would refuse to cooperate with anyone. Thankfully Cyril had managed to for the most part get Artemis to realize that he was not some spoiled prince that got his way every single time. Yes Cyril made sure the horse got the right amount of food, had plenty of water and made sure that physically the horse was in good condition. However, he would not allow the horse to become over weight just because he liked to have little extra snacks. Cyril had already made a mental note to tell the girl who was going to be looking after him to make sure that no matter how cute he acted and no matter how much a fuss he put up to not break his diet with too many treats.

The previous owners of Artemis had not taken the best of care of him and now that Cyril hand managed to get him in a healthy weight, mane and tail brushed he planned to keep the horse in a healthy and fit condition. Meaning he was going to have to actually be ridden. Again the previous owners were more about looking at his beauty then actually meeting all his needs and now that Cyril/Bellefonte owned him, things were going to be different. That first change being that Artemis was going to have someone else besides Cyril taking care of him, which had always been the plan. Cyril was going to do most of the taking care of since the students did have classes, other clubs, and as well not all of them where here year-round. The student taking care of the horse was to get him used to other faces one, allow a bond to be built between student and horse, and because Cyril wanted to share the love of horses.

He didn’t want to be the only one that was lucky enough to ride them. That was why he started up the club, and posted up on the bulletin board and allowed a whole first come first serve deal. He was very curious as to who was going to take up the challenge of looking after a very large breed and was not all that shocked when it had been one of the younger children at the school. A girl by the name of Hazel Sinclair, who he had sent out a letter for her to come on down to the stables at a certain time to come and meet Artemis. He had to be sure that the girl really was up to the challenge once she saw him, plus he was getting all the new members to come down and meet the horse they would be looking after and getting to ride. "She should be here soon, and don't you give her those begging eyes of yours." Cyril said giving Artemis a look as he stood outside the stall door looking at the horse. Artemis let out a breath of air and turned his head to face towards the entrance of the stables where someone had entered.

[Hazel Sinclair]

It was always hard adjusting to new situations and new locations, yet when Hazel spotted the post about an Equestrian club her heart bounded with joy! It was one of her favorite activities from her private school, and she couldn't help but wonder if someone was taking care of her old horse Isolde. As quickly as she could find a pen the youngster added her name to the roster dreaming about the magnificent horse Artemis must be. For being such a small person for some reason the lager breeds always drew her affections more. Perhaps because they always seemed to be such gentle giants, or that she was so very tall upon their backs. 

In a surprisingly short time Hazel received a letter from the Horse Master asking her to come and meet what may be her new four legged friend. Donning on some more appropriate clothes then her 1960's navy blue dress and ballet flats, the teen put on her old leather riding boots, some fashionable black jeans, and a sailor blue top. Of course a headband was needed, this one black with a silver horseshoe pin attached. That way if dirt, sweat, and general mess happened she would be ready. With a merry hop in her step she found the directions needed and literally skipped her way to meet the teacher and Artemis, nervous excitement building in her chest. "I wonder what the teacher is like, he can't be too bad since horses let him work with them. Will I get to meet the other riders as well? I do hope we all get along, and that Artemis likes me as well!" The bubbly words bounced out of her mouth in time with her skips as she finally entered the stables. 

The pungent scents of hay, sweat, and leather stung her nose in a familiar way. Letting go of the skip Hazel resumed with a walk instead taking in a deep breath to let it all sink it. It had been far too long since she had been able to be in any kind of stable. It didn't take long to spot the very tall man standing by the equally tall black horse. "Mr. Kingsley I presume?" Hazel gave a small curtsy to the teacher with a bright smile, then did the same action to the horse. "And the most handsome Artemis." Slowly so not to startle the gorgeous beast, the teen walked slowly up to the teacher, craning her neck to look at his face. "I'm Hazel Sinclair, pleasure to make your acquaintance sir."

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril had made sure to contact the people who signed up as soon as possible, having going to check out the little sign up frequently. He was just so excited to get the whole club fully together and underway. The first goal again was to get all six horses assigned to a person. Then he would go from there with putting together club activities, dishing out chores, and getting specialized equipment for the members who seemed like they really were going to stick to it. For chores wise it was not going to be anything like too big of a deal, mostly focused on the girl taking care of her specific horse. He would handle the general upkeep of the stables, training ground, trails, and the pastures himself. He could not pawn off all his jobs on the members, and he didn't want to either. He enjoyed every aspect of his job and wanted the girl to mainly have to deal with what it be liked to take care of their own horse.

Cyril was wearing his standard blue jeans, leather boots, a simple white t-shirt at the moment, and fingerless gloves that he loved to wear pretty much all the time. There came a little girl's voice that had Cyril looking over in the same direction that Artemis had been and was pleasantly surprised by the girl he saw before him. "Hay there. I am Mr. Kingsley yes." Cyril said in a friendly tone, using one of his favorite puns of all time. She gave a curtsey and Cyril almost died from the overload of cute and politeness. He was so very tempted to just scoop her up right then and there and just spin her around, but he had to maintain at least being professional for now. He didn’t want to scare her off or anything. Artemis gave a nod at the girl and turned to lick at his salt lick for a little why Hazel went to introduce herself to Cyril who was still trying to keep it together. A small coo escaped his lips as he was unable to hold himself back from letting it out at seeing the girl. OMG! I’m getting all the cute little girls to join my club! This should be illegal! Cyril thought to himself, not all displeased with how most of his members were turning out to be girls.

“It is very nice to meet you Hazel. Thank you so much for joining the club and can I say that you are super cute.” Cyril said giving a small squee, again it slipped out and he was not able to hold it back but it was a little muffled as he covered his mouth and then cleared his throat. “Thank you for also signing up to working with Artemis. Seeing him face to face now, are you sure you would like to work with him?” Cyril asked, not going to go into detail about how Artemis was, that was for Hazel to figure out and learn about him as they would work on forming a bond. The girl was a bit small for the horse, but he was best with an English style saddle, so that would not be a problem, plus they had steps. Cyril was not opposed to lifting her up onto the horse either if he had to, because he just wanted to pick her up already.

[Hazel Sinclair]

The teenager tilted her head slightly at the 'coo' sound the instructor made.She wondered if it was some sort of tick or habit, for it was an odd sound for a grownup to make. At the sudden compliment she looked away bashfully for a moment before looking up with a shy smile. "Thank you Mr. Kingsley, I do try to mix fashion and function."Maybe he was a little odd but Hazel thought he seemed friendly enough. He didn't give off any weirdness except his little noises. Which she found quite curious but was too shy to ask about it.Maybe it was a fluke or something she could prod after they had a few sessions together.

At the question of the horse Hazel nodded eagerly. "Oh yes! He is gorgeous! At my last school I rode a horse a little smaller but I am up for the challenge. A big fellow like him just needs a good trainer who isn't intimidated by his size. That's me, well hopefully sir."Leaning forward a bit she carefully put her hand out for Artemis to smell as a greeting gesture. "I'd be most happy to work with the two of you if it's agreeable." She looked at the horse longingly wishing she could hop on and ride off straight away. Hazel was hoping the professor would allow her to care for Artemis. She pondered if a bribe would help in anyway. "I'd be so happy I may have to bake cupcakes to share in celebration."Looking up at her teacher she beamed her brightest smile, partially wondering if he was going to make that oddly cute squeal again.

[Cyril Kingsley]

His sounds were a mix of habit as well as just the general overload of joy he felt when working with horses and adorable kids. It did surprise himself from time to time just the kind of sounds he would let out, but he had been doing it for years so it was nothing abnormal. Just Cyril being a very happy Cyril. Hazel looked away in a bashful manner and Cyril had to really fight himself back from just going right in there and scooping up the girl. Professional. Don't scare her away. You will get fired if the members say you are creepy. Cyril told himself as he mentally took a deep breath and held it together for the time being. "You do a very good job at it Hazel. I know I won't have to worry about having to tell you to go change what you are wearing." Cyril said with a chuckle, but really he did not expect to have that issue with any of the members. He had at least hoped most people had enough common sense not to wear anything that they did not want to risk getting

"Alright, you sound like you are really up for it and I'm going to trust that you are going to put forth your best effort." Cyril responded, all he pretty much needed was to hear how she said it. He could feel in in the tone of her voice and the words she used to tell him that she was really up for it. It was not that hard to really help her out if she needed when it came to taking care of Artemis. Cyril handled most of the bigger task, but he might have had to help her here in there just because of his size and the weight of his hooves when she would have to clean them. "Sounds like plan, just promising me if you are having trouble with anything you will ask me for help alright?" Cyril said leaning down a little and holding out his pinkie finger towards her. "I won't say no to you looking after him, just make sure that you are not scared to tell me if anything is hard at all." Cyril informed her since really that was all he asked, since it was not impossible for her to look after a horse at such a size.

"Cupcakes? What kind? You bake?" Cyril asked a few question as his blues eyes went wide as he looked at the girl. Heck he loved him some baked goods, even more so when they were made by someone he knew. Alright, so he did not know the girl that entire well, but enough that if she gave him cupcakes he would squee, do a few flips, and then for sure have to snuggle her. Even now it was hard to not do all of that just thinking about it. He took a moment to calm himself again as he picked up the lead rope and halter to hold onto it for a moment. Looking at Artemis and then to Hazel for a moment. She should have been able to walk him still, she would still have to walk on his left and maybe a little bit father from his body so the horse didn't accidently step or trip up on her.

[Hazel Sinclair]

He really did seem to care about the horses here which made her so happy because it meant he would be a good instructor and someone she could trust. One thing is she would have to get used to looking up all the time, the thought making her chuckle. His own attire showed how much he most likely spent down here with the horses and the way he evaluated each rider to its horse was something important to her. Not to mention his happy and down to earth attitude, her last teacher was so stuffy and stiff you couldn't crack a joke without getting a glare of disapproval. She was sure he would be serious if the need came down to it, or at least hopefully, but for the moment his light charm made her feel comfortable and relaxed, the opposite of what she felt when first arriving. Until she gets used to her new school, Hazel could see herself down at the stables often. 'I think this is going to be my new favorite place...'

Hazel let out a little squeal of excitement of her own as she linked her own small pinkie around Cyril's and gave it a shake. A part of her almost jumped at him with a hug, but she pulled herself back before she could-how embarrassing would that be to do to a teacher! "You won't regret it sir I'll take wonderful care of him. And I promise I'll ask if I need any assistance at all!" The teen did a little happy clap of excitement as she watched her teacher grab the lead rope of the horse, her hands instinctively reaching out for it. Then she pulled her hands back and looked at her teacher for permission, knowing it would be rude to just take it.

She blinked rapidly a few times to pull herself out of her thoughts as her teacher's tone showed interest at her last statement. "Oh yes, cupcakes. All kinda, red velvet, peanut butter chocolate, angel food...I like baking sweet things. I was the head of the cooking club at my last school, baking was at least half of the class if not more. Sweets just make everything better you see." Her words were quite matter  of fact as she spoke, her stomach making a little noise of approval at the thought of delicious baked goods. "I'd be more then happy to bring some in celebration of the Equestrian club and it's members. Plus, I can always use guinea pigs for my recipes." She went over to one side of Artemis, petting his flank adoringly as she tentatively put her hand out again towards the teacher. "Should I lead him, or would you like to wait and see if he likes me enough first?" Of  course she was hoping for the former, but would follow Mr. Kingsley's instructions to the letter, it wouldn't do to not obey and have any chance of getting kicked out or anything. Hazel just couldn't wait to get started and prove to him that she could handle the large animal and be trusted with Artemis. 

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril was so close to losing his professional control and the little squeal that Hazel let out as she hooked her pinkie with his. She is sooo cute! He little pinkie! Cyril was practically squee and screaming in his head over how cute Hazel was. She was an absolute doll, and not one of those creepy one. The expensive kind that you didn't even want to take out of its box because you were worried it would get messed up in some way. He gave her pinkie a shake in return before releasing it and standing back up straight. "I'm sure I won't and I have high hopes and confidence that you will be just the girl to pull of this Artemis size of a task." Cyril said point at Artemis and gave a soft chuckle, because he was just too funny for his own good sometimes. In his mind anyways. He caught the hand reach out for the lead rope and that just made him even more pleased that she was so eager to get right to work and walk Artemis around.

"Call me Mr. Kingsley please. Or Cyril when there are not adults around and you feel comfortable enough with me." Cyril offered up to Hazel, even if he liked being called Mr. Kingsley, he also enjoyed his first name but that was because it was his first name. He honestly was okay whatever the members ended up calling him, even if it turned out to be a nickname. As long as when another adult was around or they were to be professional that they called him Mr. Kingsley he was fine. Sir was just way too formal for him, and he was only okay with being called it when someone didn't know his name. Hazel then went back to talking about the baked good and Cyril was trying to keep his mouth from watering. He may have eaten but hearing her talk about them, describe the different kinds she made. His stomach let out a growl, wanting to taste said baked good now. He had to give his stomach a little pat to get it to settle. "I am all for that. Just make sure to list what is in them so that no one will have a bad allergic reaction. For me, I can pretty much eat anything." Cyril said as he gave a quick flex to show off his tough immune system, but really since that was on the inside he was just sort of showing off his body.

She went right back to talking about Artimis and Cyril gave a small chuckle once more at how eager she was. "You are going to lead him. If you are ready to." Cyril said as he made sure everything was buckled and hooked right before handing over the lead rope to Hazel. He gave a pat to the side of Artemis neck, looking into the horse’s eyes for a moment as if having a chat. He kind of was a mental one. One where his look was 'you better be good' and that was all there is to it. "Whenever you are ready lead him out of the stall, out of the stables, and the head towards the pasture." Cyril said as he stood back to give her and Artemis room, not wanting to be in the way and just here to watch for the moment, ready to step in if needed.

[Hazel Sinclair]

His praise made her whole face brighten and flush, she loved being appraised for when she did something well. "Oh thank you for your confidence! I promise not to let you down." Hazel also couldn't help but laugh at his comment, even though she wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not. "You're so funny sir, I wish my teachers at my private school were such! All the men there were gray of hair and so stuffy. They enjoyed all too much rapping my knuckles when I daydreamed, and never cracked a joke! It is a nice change if I may say so." 

The girl was surprised that she was allowed to address an instructor without 'sir', there were so many changes to get used to at this school! All  of which so far she enjoyed from her previous private school. Tapping her lip she looked up with thought as she tested this new boundary of informality. "Cyril. Cyril Kingsley...hm...it's quite an eloquent name, like something out of a King Arthur novel." Hazel nodded with satisfaction, feeling already comfortable with this teacher with his warm smile and confidence in her. "I shall address you as Cyril unless another professor is around at your request. I am assuming the others may find me too impolite. I shouldn't want to get you into trouble after you've been so nice!"  The young woman smile with sincerity at her words, feeling giddy and happy and the informality the teacher offered her. 

At the mentioning of the baked goods again she smiled, feeling proud of one of her few real talents. "Oh of course, I wouldn't want anyone to have an allergic reaction! And if you ever feel the need for sweets let me know, I love baking and cooking for others." She saw him flex and was amazed at the amount of muscle he had, for she would not have guessed a horse trainer to possess them. 'I wonder if it is due to his powers? I wonder what those are...maybe I can ask one day.' Hazels's mouth made a little "O" shape as her fingers covered her mouth in embarrassment, not only at her words but at her gawking from his pose. She gave a curtsy in apology hastily while speaking. "I'm sorry to speak so frank to a teacher. I do love baking, but I don't mean to put any pressure on you at all or speak so casually to a superior! A-and I promise I wasn't staring so rudely either."

Blushing from her actions, she took the lead without eye contact and laid one hand on Artemis, whispering to him softly about how wonderful he was and how she was going to care for him. Carefully and gently, she lead him out of the stall and into the green outdoors with an ease that showed experience. Through all her embarrassments and awkwardness, Hazel always felt confident when she was dealing with horses. She felt that they somehow understood her on a level most people couldn't, accepting her for her secret difference that no one else could know. The poor flustered teenager in all her excitement kept her eyes on the beast and the sky, trying to prove that she was a profession grownup that could handle the black animal of beauty. 

[Cyril Kingsley]

She blushed at his words, which pleased him greatly to know that he still was able to have that effect on the younger youth of today. Not that he felt like he lost his touch or anything like that, it was just good to know that he could in fact make younger people happy. He mostly involved himself with older people, but now with this job he was going to get to work with the mutant youth. He was honestly looking forward to it, and possibly seeing his sister make friends. His sister was not very emotional so it was always just going off on how she would react and how he personally felt when he did things for her or tried to make her happy. So it was sort of new to see reactions from younger kids, and he enjoyed it greatly. If everyone in the club could become friends and if they all trusted him and the horses then he felt like he achieved his goal. Cyril gave a laugh at Hazel’s words about the people she used to work with at her private school. “Well I can assure you all my hairs are blonde and the only stuff I’m full of is fun.” Cyril responded, even if he was also full of violence; lot of violence, but not around horses.

“Thank you Hazel. I must say that your name is very pretty and suites you well.” Cyril responded back, slightly bashful about being told his name was eloquent. Oh this girl was just asking for him to just pick her up and snuggle her. He didn’t know how long he would be able to keep himself from doing so and in fact if it had not been for the fact that Artemis was currently a sort of barrier between them then he would have. Sure he could crawl over the horse or just tie him up for a moment, but that would be even less professional then picking up a student. They would not fire me. It’s just a hug. I’m a good guy. Cyril convinced himself, granted his sister did make him a tad bit guarded since he knew that he could come off as a bit of a creep from time to time. “Whatever you feel comfortable with.” Cyril added, since that was the most important part. He didn’t want her to feel like she had to call him by her first name and again as long as she called him Mr. Kingsley around other adults he really didn’t mind at all.

Cyril let out a small sqee, a very tiny one at her going on to talk about baked good and how she was pretty much open to baking them at any time. He was tempted to ask her to make some as soon as possible, but he kept it together. He didn’t want to have her going on a baking spree just for him, especially when he could wait. He would wait and let her do it whenever she felt like it, plus if he allowed himself to ask, it would become a problem. He would get them, eat, and he knew for sure he would love them, which would lead to him asking for more, and more; until he was fat. He needed to stay in shape or more so he wanted and liked to stay in shape. Like, he felt hot and pretty damn good looking when he was in shape. He shook his head no and waved a hand dismissively at her words about speaking so frank and about pressure. “Do not worry about it at all Hazel. I was not bothered about anything you have said. You are a very polite girl so I doubt you will be offending me any time soon.” Cyril pointed out, giving a small snicker at her little comment about not staring so rudely.

For now he watched her work Artemis and picked up that she did have a lot of skill for someone so young and that she was doing just fine with such a large horse. He was not even worried in the slightest now, pretty confident that she would do just fine. He followed along as they went outside and watched as Hazel seemed to be in her own little world, while also paying attention to the horse. “You are doing very good Hazel. I’m excited to see how you do when you are up on his back.” Cyril said in a pleased tone as he gave her a friendly smile. Keeping his distance for now as he went over to lean against the fence. He still wanted to pick her up and give her a hug, but he let her walk Artemis a little more, but figured soon enough that Artemis was going to try and start eating some grass, which was perfectly fine, so long as he was not tugging Hazel along and doing what he wanted.

[Hazel Sinclair]

Hazel loved the idea of actually having fun and relaxing during training! She really felt full of luck to have such a nice calm teacher and an equestrian club that wasn't too high strung. Not to mention, thus far she and Artemis were getting along famously. Like she expected, he was a big softy and followed her lead and cues with expertise.

"Thank you! I am quite fond of my name myself. I feel a little pride and kind of special that I haven't met anyone else with the same name. Just a plant and herb here and there." If the teacher can joke, then that gives her permission to do so as well in her book. "Oh I'm glad I didn't, I should have known by how your actions and words so far that you would be hard to bother. Not that I plan on making a sport of it I assure you in attempting to do so."

It suited her that Cyril stood aside and watched her work with the animal, after all today was an immportant day to see if her and Artemis would be partners for the years she would attend this high school. It brought her a kind of inner peace as she lead the animal around with care, softly talking to him like an old friend. They went this way and that, slowly and at a jog. At one point she stopped him and reached into her pocket, pulling out a fat sugar cube and offering it to the animal, who took it greedily. "Oh you're such a good boy." She gave him a pat on the flank as he nuzzled her for more sugar treats. "Oh, don't be so pushy, I have another!" She laughed and gave him another small treat before giving him a bit of a push away so he wouldn't look for more.

Glancing over at her teacher, she gave a small wave to catch his attention, having to raise her voice slightly. "When do you think we can begin riding? Or a formal club meeting? Not that I'm not enjoying one on one time with you two lovely gentlemen, I'm just curious." The horse understood he was not getting anymore snacks and began to nibble on some grass a bit, ears twitching content. Hazel gave him a small tug to announce she wished to walk over to Cyril so not to have to shout.

((sorry if there are spelling errors. I type too fast for my wireless keyboard at times, and it skips over letters.))

[Cyril Kingsley]

"That’s good. I find that unique names are nice so long as people don’t go over board and start naming their child something like Blue Ivy or some odd animal name. That is just child cruelty." Cyril pointed out, but it was his own personal opinion, but he was pretty sure that if he met a student with such a name as their real name, he would not be able to handle it. He would most likely end up fired or something because he would not be able to stop making jokes about their name. Speaking of jokes, it took him a moment to catch the one that Hazel made. He started to chuckle and point at her. "Oh, good one. I see what you did there." Cyril said still chuckling a little, feeling like he really was going to enjoy this little girl a lot. Cyril gave a simple nod and a smile at Hazel pointing out that she should have figured out that he was hard to upset. Well, that was not fully true, there were certain things that would make him snap, but he doubted that Hazel would ever trigger any of them.

Cyril said nothing as he watched Hazel work, noticing the whole little sugar cube incident. He pretty much had a small feeling that was going to end up being a thing he was going to have to talk to all the members about. Sugar cubes were fine yes, but like here and there. Plus if the horse nudged you for more, you really should not give them any. It was kind of like rewarding bad behavior even if the nudge itself was harmless or not outright bad. Still, it was fine because it was only two and so long as it did not end up being an everyday thing, he would let it slip. He just really did not want to deal with the horses getting nippy and resulting in someone getting bit. Horses may have been grazers but their teeth could still do some damages to a person's arm. His eyes did drift down to the grass for a moment until he saw Hazel waving to get his attention.

"Probably the next time we meet. I would have let it happen on the first meet, but I would get my hands slapped without having all the members first signed up and everything given the go signal." Cyril said, which was true, plus he felt like most of his members already knew what they were doing so the next time he would meet them would be to see how well they got the saddles on, ridding, and then the whole getting the saddles off. There was also the clean up before putting the saddle on and also the cleaning after you took the saddle off. That was all details that were easy to go through, but that would be a next time thing for sure. "As for club meeting, it will probably be soon. Once everyone is signed up I was going to have everyone meet up and we were going to have a little barn fun." Cyril said with a smile, leaving the whole barn fun a mystery for now, unless she asked and really wanted to know.

"For now you can either let him out to the pastures, walk around with him a little more, head on back to your other actives, or take a walk with me to answer any other questions." Cyril said simply, since this was only the first meeting and he knew the members did have other things to take care of and no one was official members yet. Once they were and he seen that they were able to ride and take care of the horse, then he would give them the okay to come down to the barn and ride whenever they wanted so long as they showed up to club meetings. Everything again was still all new after all, but Cyril was going to work everything out so his members could get to the good stuff sooner rather than later.

{It’s cool, I can't spell at all XD}

[Hazel Sinclair]

the image of him pouting while getting his hands slapped made the teen burst into a fit of giggles. She couldn't imagine him getting into any sort of troulble, he was just too big of a teaddy bear. "barn fun? Sounds like hoe-down dance or something. Which would be fun too, I'll be sure to brings baked goodies. No promises you won't gain weight by being unable to resist their yumminess." Artemis followed her lead with ease as soon as he knew no more sugar was to be had. Hazel realized she should have asked if it was alright to do so in the first place, but got carried away with excitement.

"So can I get a hint on the barn fun you have planned? I promise not to tell the other members. I mean, I don't know them anyways, but if I did I -" Suddenly Hazel lurched to the side and cried out in surprise. Artemis grunted with discomfort as his reign was tugged suddenly. Once the shock of suddenly losing balance was over, she looked down to see her foot was caught in a hidden hole in the ground. She twisted her foot and jerked her let up, but wasn't able to free herself. The hole was a bit deep, up to her ankle.

Pouting in frustration, she let go of Artemis and tried using both hands to pull out her leg, but it was no use. Feeling embarassed, but not wanting to be stuck, she waved her arms. "Cyril! I'm stuuuuuck! My foot is caught in a hole. I think I need you to pull me out." Hazel felt like such a little kid getting stuck, but it wasn't her fault, the hole was covered by a lot of grass. She was just glad the hourse didn't get caught instead.

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril was pretty much a walking teddy bear, or at least a very muscular, but not overall huge bear. He looked all cute and cuddly, but one snap and he was basically ready to maul a person. A tad violent, but that was Cyril Kingsley for you. It was just good that students were lucky enough to not really push that side out of him; at least he did not expect a student to be able to do such a thing to him. He didn't expect it, and also hoped that they never did, because kids were cute and he didn't want to hurt any of them. Granted he could not really be all that at fault if he did say lose it for a moment. He did have that warning on the flyers he had put around the school about if someone hurt a club member or a horse how he was going to hurt them. It looked innocent because he put a smile behind it, but it really was not that hard to put a smile behind something and really mean something in anger.

"A hint huh?" Cyril started to say as soon as she asked for one, but then suddenly her words were cut off and she had stopped moving. Artemis clearly was not pleased by the action, but he did not freak out or bolt or anything. It was a good thing that most of the horses were used to children and were not all that skittish when certain things happened. Cyril stood back still for a moment as he waited for her to be able to get herself out. Going to have to fill that hole up as soon as possible. Cyril thought to himself, knowing that a hole like that could be very dangerous. If Artemis had been the one to step in it, he could have freaked out and broke something, or ended up breaking something in the process of falling. Horses needed their legs; they were not like dogs that could live without a leg or two.

Cyril was not really pleased that Hazel let go of the rope, since Artemis could have run off, but that again was not like any of the horses here. He instead moved away a little to go eat some grass as if he did not have time to deal with such a matter. At least that was what Cyril was picturing in his head, but he could have been wrong. Cyril's heart went out to Hazel as she said she was stuck and how she needed his help to get out. She didn't have to ask him twice as he was already over going to grab ahold of her to pull her out of the hole. Making sure to have a good hold on her as he went to pull her up into his arms. Sure he could have just pulled her up and then set her down, but now having her in his arms he could not help but to just sort of hold her into a hug and snuggle her. "Oh my god you are so cute. I can't help myself anymore." Cyril said letting out a small squeal as he snuggled Hazel, fully pleased to be holding her.

[Hazel Sinclair]

A sigh of relief escaped from her when she was pulled free, being stuck was not fun. Before she could thank her rescuer though, Hazel found herself being hugged and cooed over like a doll. "Eep!" it was quite unexpected, but as Cyril squeled again, she now understood that this was due to what he thought were cute things, not just an odd verbal tick. It made her laugh even though it was a bit alarming at first. "Thank you, I didn't realize my looks were so, so huggable?

The hug though stirred some emotions in her of family. She used to get hugs like this from her father often when he had the time, and it had felt like forever since she had seen him. Or gotten anything as warm and friendly as a hug like this. The girl pondered if this is what it would be like to have an older brother, the teacher acted like a watchful sibling for sure in his words and antics so far. The memory of home made her feel a little longing and sad,the giggly smile faultering slightly, so she returned the hug, nuzzling her face in Cyril's neck for comfort. As mature and confident as Hazel acts, she has never been so far from her family for so long before. It just took her this moment to realize how much she really missed them. "You really are like a big teddy bear. Nice big warm hugs." The words muffled by her own returning grasp.

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril did startle a little at the epp that Hazel had let out, worried that for a moment that he had hurt her while pulling her out of the hole or that in general he had scared her and made her uncomfortable. He was about to apologize and move to set her down but then she started to laugh. That was a good thing right? She could have been laughing and it been one of those 'this is awkward and I'm extremely uncomfortable' laughs. However her words soon pushed such thought away as she thanked him for basically calling her huggable. He could not help but to chuckle a little at that and snuggle her again in his arms. Glancing over to Artemis to make sure that the horse was still close by and had not wondered off to far. Cyril did plan on taking him out to the pastures after this, so it was alright that Artemis was already grazing at this point. Cyril was mostly worried about that rope but for now everything was alright.

"You are. So cute. I'm sorry for being well...a very odd adult." Cyril said with a slightly embarrassed chuckle, but he still held onto her. She didn't ask to be put done and he kind of liked having a little person in his arms. Why must all my club members be so cute?! Cyril asked himself as he just wanted to squeeze Hazel, but kept himself under control for the most part. He was however going to set her down after a moment or too. Starting to feel like he crossed that imaginary line that should not be crossed unless someone indeed was your sister. Hazel was not and Cyril was already risky when it came to his sister. Not as in he did risky things; just his actions and words could cause some concern from time to time for those who did not really know him. He shifted his hold on her about to set her down but felt her nuzzling into his neck, which made him blink and then let out a small coo, because she was being just too cute.

Sort of muffled words, but he was still able to pick up on them as he moved a hand to pat Hazel on the back. Understanding for a moment that she might have really enjoyed and sort of wanted this hug. Or at least this form of physical contact with someone older then her. She was a young girl and young kids in general still needed that affection from an authority figure in some way. Teenagers especially, even if they would put up a fuss, they still desired it deep down...well at least a lot of them did in Cyril’s mind. "A teddy bear huh? I was thinking more of a giant puppy myself. I like dogs better then bears and a bear is kind of grr." Cyril said with a laugh as he held Hazel for a little longer before going to set the girl down. "Let’s get Artemis out to pastures and if you like I'll give you a piggy back ride?" Cyril offered, not really sure if that was the right thing to say. He just felt bad for having to put her down after she seemed so comfortable.