She wasn’t sure it was truly him; the crowds gathered to the hunt were thronged together too tightly for her to see. He was a short one with a golden pelt, that was certain; but she didn’t know the others... it could have been anyone.

Not that it was her concern. Zidane was truly a swindler, for all his charm. If he gave up stealing for a living, he could have been a great man. Albeit the trickery made him special... and regardless still, he had a good heart.

Perhaps fate ensured that they met again... or bad timing.