Navia had a fair bit to say about this beach, and her mother. Clearly being here meant a lot to her, with it conjuring a variety of memories. Théadan was behind Navia on the steps, and so could not see her face or the emotions that played over her soft features, but he could hear in her tone the happiness she felt recalling those times spent alone with her mother enjoying this little secluded piece of the world. She did have to point out she did not recall being a nuisance to her mother, and Théadan felt awfully tempted to tell her the brief story Baiza had told him about her in the mud baths, but he did not wish to interrupt with more teasing, Navia was busy describing what it was she and her mother did when they visited this beach and he did not wish to disturb the pleasure she took in remembering it.<br/><br/>Swimming and picnics, looking for sea shells to make necklaces, and watching turtles come ashore to lay their eggs. They all sounded like dear memories for her to treasure. Near the bottom she described the final time she and her mother had come to the beach, how her mother had been unable to come down from the cliff to her disappointment at such a young age. Yet they had still shared one more memory together of the turtles coming ashore. Théadan could see why this place was of such importance to Navia, but decided to say nothing, they were Navia's memories, there was little he could say but listen to them as she reflected on those days of her youth.<br/><br/>That slight air of sadness was soon lifted though as Navia removed her khussas, and he followed suit removing his shoes and socks. He watched her take the first steps across the surface of the sand, how her feet seemed to submerge a little into it, and with ever step it left a trail in her wake. It reminded him much of snow in that manner, except the sand appeared to be much more fluid, the impression left behind was not at all in the shape of her feet, sand rolling down in a miniature landslide into her footstep. You would never know what creature passed with steps like those, at best you would only get a hint for a creatures size. After a moments curiosity, Théadan followed suit, dipping his toe against the sand to test how it felt, how it would support his weight - whether it would require more Khluri tricks like the manner in which Navia seemed to so effortlessly float in water. It was not the case, his toes quickly had a cascade of sand flowing over them, but otherwise he sunk no further. Here in the shade the sand was cool to his feet, a welcome relief after walking in the shoes for so long, he even stretched and spread his toes, watching how that manipulated the surface of the sand.<br/><br/>It was strange. Soft, yet coarse. "I like it." He murmured, and proceeded to drag his foot over the sand creating a small curving channel with his big toe, and when satisfied he could manipulate it with ease, he looked up at Navia with a grin, before flicking his feet forward to send the sand still covering his foot spraying against her bottom half. A small payback for all that bumping of his thigh on the way here. He began walking across the sand passing her by, dragging his toes along and finding the feel of it passing between his toes enjoyable. "It doesn't compact like snow, so I can't start throwing sand balls at you." He chuckled, "But it is much nicer to walk in barefooted." He said appreciatively as he walked out from the shadow of the cliff and into the sun, taking a deep breath of the sea air, and casting his gaze out at the surf rolling in towards the beach. "Was it your mother who taught you how to swim-<i>AH-hot-hot-hot</i>!" He startled, suddenly taking a few steps back, and looking at the sand accusingly where the sun was heating it, before looking back at Navia questioningly.