The space they were in was so small, Navia was unsure of how she thought she was going to get a game out of it. It was large enough for a couple horses to turn around in, but nearly half of it was filled with hay bales and Théadan was such a good hunter that she knew it would be relatively easy for him to single her out if she wasn’t careful. He also probably knew she would try to put as much space between them as possible in an attempt to prolong the time of their game, which she had already begun to do. That meant she should probably try to change tactics, so she began trying to blindly feel her way toward the bales of hay they would likely make their bed for the night. She ducked down behind one, wanting to hide away for a moment to try to decide what her plan was going to be.<br/><br/>She had chosen the perfect moment to crouch down, no sooner than she had did the sky light up with another streak of lightning. He made no comment of it, instead asking what he was going to do while she was off acclimating to the return of her Khluri life. Knowing he would probably try to follow her voice, Navia decided not answering Théadan’s first question was the best course to take and so continued to remain hidden behind one of the bales of hay while he described what he could do to entertain himself. He made his days sound like they could up being lonely, but she also knew how much they both enjoyed libraries and that would probably be something he’d look forward to doing, though she’d want to go with him. He was beginning to tug at her heartstrings, pointing out how bored he would be and how lonely…how he would have no one to goof around with or to have as company.<br/><br/>She was just starting to believe Théadan really thought all that and was fully prepared to end their little game to reassure him she was not going to let him go lonely, when Théadan pointed out he also wouldn’t have anyone annoying him and how not having her around might not be such a bad thing. Navia silently scoffed and slapped a hand down on the hay bale to rise up and confront such goading words, her hand landing on one of the bags carrying what little bedding they had. An idea twinkled in her mind then, and she grinned while feeling around on the bag to blindly open it so she could tug out one of their blankets from within. “Please,” she answered him with a haughty tone in her voice while she stood. She threw the blanket over her shoulder for safekeeping, then bent down and felt around for her khussas while she said, “If I didn’t annoy you sometimes, you would be bored out of your mind. I do it to entertain both of us.” And to make her point, she lobbed one of her soft shoes in the direction of his voice, keeping the throw low so that if she did hit him like she hoped, it wouldn’t be in the face.<br/><br/>Then she moved quickly to the opposite end of the stall as silently as possible. If they had been able to see each other, Navia was certain Théadan would laugh at the way she looked, for she felt pretty silly high-stepping over hay she couldn’t see but figured was there, with both hands out in front of her to try to keep from bumping into anything and one holding her other shoe. “Buuuut if I’m so annoying, think of all you’ll get done without me around then,” she said while trying to reach the other end of the stall and hoping he wouldn’t intercept her, “You can write in your journal without me telling you what to write, read whatever books you want and not have to read them out loud to me as well, train your horse without fear of me teaching him a<i>vivarta</i>.” She knew what she wanted to do finally, and as her hands pressed against the old wooden wall of the stall, Navia was certain she wanted to turn the tables on Théadan. He was always chasing her. What if that changed? She just needed to keep away from him long enough to enact her forming plan. “Honestly, I’m starting to think us arriving in Mandira is going to turn into one big vacation for you…from me and you're probably excited!” Navia laughed at the absurdity of it, then to try to throw him off where she was, she threw her shoe across the pitch black room, hoping it ended up hitting something near him.