Eventually their kiss had to end, but the arm Théadan had wrapped around her back during it remained to help keep her close. Navia looked down at him intently while he spoke, his words describing what she had done, and she nodded with a bright grin. Yes, she had cheated so she could have what she wanted later, but she had not been trying to be so provocative in the process. Navia also wanted to point out he had demanded kisses from her and she’d only been trying to oblige him and make it worth all the tiring swimming he’d gone through to attempt to catch her. Théadan was moving on though, and she didn’t think it was a big enough deal to object to trying to provoke him, leaving Navia to smile down at him when he agreed to heading over to the waterfall.<br/><br/>She’d begun to lean down for another kiss to thank him for agreeing to when Théadan pointed out she had sand on her hands and knees. Navia glanced first at her hands to see what he was talking about, then began to sit up to inspect her knees. Théadan’s words did not give her enough time to question what he meant about the sand being in her hair however, and he was soon rubbing wet sand into the braid of her hair. An alarmed, pitchy gasp left her and Navia immediately tried to shove his hand away. “<i>Théadan!</i>” She shrieked in disbelief he would do such a thing to her and to keep from it happening again, she rolled back on her heels and hastily stood to retreat from the snug spot where she’d been sitting. Both hands came up to try to shake the sand from her hair while she stepped away from him so he couldn’t take advantage of her proximity. She couldn’t have him throwing more sand in her hair.<br/><br/>“I can’t believe you would do that!” Navia groused, her hands working to begin unraveling the messy braid her hair was in. It’d been neat when they arrived, but swimming had mussed it and Théadan rubbing sand in her hair had made it all the worse. Once the braid was loosened and her hair hung around her shoulders, Navia bent over to run both hands through the thick black strands, wet clumps of sand raining down. Eventually she could no longer see particles of sand leaving her hair. It was likely there was still some stuck to the wet locks of her hair, but it was better than having big clumps of it. Navia straightened then, whipping her hair behind her head so she could glare at Théadan. It had likely been a way to retaliate for all the ways she’d been teasing him, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to start a war between them.<br/><br/>“That was rude,” Navia stated primly, taking another couple steps backward toward the rest of the beach, where they would eventually walk down to the bend in the beach and hopefully find a waterfall. She no longer trusted Théadan for the time being. They’d been acting sweet and close…and he’d broken it. It had been childish, it had been an action unbecoming of a prince. Yet after a moment of trying to decide how to handle such behavior from him, Navia decided there was nothing else to do but answer in an equally childish method. “You’re just making the list of everything you’re going to do once we reach that waterfall even longer!” She warned him, then began using her legs to kick as much water at his as she possibly could while backing away. She couldn't trust him not to go after her either, so Navia was also fully prepared to take off running if he went after her for splashing him so much, which she did with gusto and a huge grin on her dark lips.