Navia empathised with his story, speaking up on the odd occasion to add her thoughts, all of which Théadan found himself agreeing with. It was very likely each of the girls had gone to wash and change cursing him all the while, he certainly knew Ivette did. Navia enjoyed the story however and that was what Théadan had been hoping for, happy to share this part of his past with her. She was amused by the instructor's thick accent as he had hoped, and was soon rolling on to her back to contemplate the tale, looking up at the beams above. He watched her as she stared at them probably trying to picture what he looked like back when he was a teenager much as he had tried to picture her.<br/><br/>A few questions came to mind for her, first among them was about Ivette, he could just about remember the conversation he had with her after that incident. The others were reserved for Wyndagar, it did not surprise Théadan to know he was the subject of much of her interest in this story, starting with how long it had taken for Wyndagar to accept him on his back without trying to throw him off, along with what had changed, and how he had taught him to only let him ride. That brought a small smirk to his lips at those questions. Théadan took a lot of pride in Wyndagar, and thought of him as the best horse in Mes'Mo'Tan despite the initial problems they had. But not all of that had been down to training, some of it he had quite simply lucked into.<br/><br/>Théadan felt Navia's hands move to find his own, the first finding the one that had been slipped under her neck, he happily gave it to her, her second hand rested against his thigh. "Ivette had a few choice words to say about embarrassing her in front of her friends, and told me to learn to ride Wyndagar quickly." Théadan answered with a small sigh, she had not been at all pleased, wanting to show off the prince she planned on marrying, riding and training one of the royal horses was all meant to be part of the show for her. But it had not worked out that way at all. To Théadan it felt like much of his past relationship with Ivette had been him disappointing her. "I think she wanted to show her friends it was a one-off or something." It was a long time before she showed him and Wyndagar off to her friends again, not until he was well into his training in archery while on horseback. "I don't think she really ever forgave Wyn for that day though, she never did really warm to him." Her interest in horses never grew either, she only had eyes for the royal court and what plans she had in store for the two of them.<br/><br/>He shook his head a little to be rid of those past memories that would threaten to drag down his mood if left to linger to long. Instead Théadan focused his his thoughts back on Navia's other questions. "As for being able to ride Wyndagar. It took a month. He just would not have any of it, I had so many bruises, and was considering giving up." Oh he had ached for the whole of that month, far worse than the aches of pleasure Navia had done to his body. He could remember how tender and sore everything felt, and constantly needing to wash the dirt off every day. "Wyndagar is an intelligent horse, he can see people's emotions, and he quickly learned all the signals needed for riding. None of that was ever a problem." It certainly felt at times he and Wyn had understanding that went a bit deeper than words. He might not have been able to understand everything he said, but Wyn certainly picked up on his mood from time to time.<br/><br/>"I said once he'll only ride for me, but truthfully he chooses whether he lets someone ride him. He trusts me, and lets me ride him, and if I bring someone like yourself to him to ride, he'd let them ride so long as I remained in his company. But you were the first other than myself to ride him alone, and that was after spending a good deal of time in his company, but enough to know you were someone he could trust too." He said, trying his best to explain how Wyndagar had come to only accept him as his rider. "I think it took that month of trying to ride him for him to become used to the idea, as it was all new to him, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. But at some point he saw this tired, aching, filthy teenage prince, and decided to stop throwing me off." Théadan let out a small laugh as the thought occurred - "I think he took pity on me."