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Suddenly movement on the grassy plain caught Gregor's eyes. He squinted for a moment disbelieving what he saw. It was a man riding out towards them on the back of a giant horse.

*6*

Reynard lounged in the back of the wagon with his boot heels resting on the wagon's side. He wore a large-brimmed hat made out of black felt that was banded with a bright red ribbon. He had the hat resting low on his nose in order to keep the sun out of his eyes. A lazily chewed on piece of straw as the wagon rumbled down the dusty road.

The wagon began to swap as they went over a particularly bumpy section and Reynard lifted his hat for a moment. He looked at Cytheria and watched two of her beautiful curves bounce in rhythm with the wagon. As the road flattened out Reynard nodded with satisfaction and lowered his hat back over his eyes.

"You know," Cytheria said, "I'm never quite sure what you're doing when you do that."

"Funny, I thought it would be obvious." Reynard said lazily from underneath his hat.

"When you do it, I wonder if you think that you're doing it without me noticing, you're doing it so that I notice, or you're doing it regardless of whether or not I notice." She sighed deeply.

Renard's arm twitched towards his hat for a brief moment before he thought better of it. A shame really, such a deep sigh and such a tight blue riding dress.

"Again, I'm not sure what to think. But I assume that because of your clumsy motions you know that I will notice. So you either want me to notice or you don't care."

"Or maybe I like the view."