Cytherea brought a hand to the horse’s mane and was startled when the man came next to her.<em>"Putting a charm on her? I'm afraid that won't do any good the old girl's skull is far to thick, see?"  </em>She watched as he reached out and touched the beast and how the horse acknowledged him.  “I don’t do well to rumors, be sure you take these villagers comments with a grain of sand.” She said this and whether he took it as confrontational or not she didn’t care.  She then turned on her heel and took her leave of Fritz.  Her hips swaying the dress about her ankles as she walked the back way to her home. She was  Carrying her basket in hand. She looked over her shoulder once and saw him still standing there watching her.  She took her time walking home.<br/>