Navia was listening attentively to his story, her face even scrunching when Théadan did his former instructors accent, which had him grinning. She was kind of right to suggest the story was one where he would make it appear he couldn't understand. It was certainly the excuse he first went for. She pressed a kiss warmly to his chest, he could see her eyes following how her hand trailed over his chest, before returning to his gaze with a sigh. She pointed out pride was the source of both their most embarrassing moments, and how unsurprising it was. He had to nod in agreement at that, it was so easy to fall into the trap of letting pride get in the way of good sense, especially when young and foolish. She asked him about Wyndagar's training, and how he had taken to it. A snort escaped Théadan. "In a word? No." He replied and grinned at her. "No Wyndagar was an absolute terror to train! All so sweet when I was offering a hand, he'd sniff at it press his face in to it, nibble on it, and all of that. But the moment it came to riding him, he would not have any of it!"<br/><br/>Théadan accumulated a lot of bruises learning how to train Wyn, it had all been worthwhile in the end, but at the time it had felt like an absolute nightmare. "He'd rear up, try to throw me from my back, or even start trying to run in the awkward moment when I was trying to throw a leg over his back. He refused to listen to any commands and absolutely hated it. The moment I was off however he'd be straight back to being very sweet nibbling at my hair to check I was okay." That had been one of the most baffling things about it, Wyndagar recognised him as a friend, but just refused to let him be ridden. "Even at two years old Wyndagar was a fairly large horse, it was clear he was one of the royal line, but that made him all the more difficult to train, for which my instructor would berate me. '<i>Oi 'ere youse daft lil blighter! Youse down sit in dat saddle course youse gone get tossed!</i>' That was something akin to what my instructor would say." He said with a shake of his head.<br/><br/>Turning his cheek so his chin was tickled by Navia's thick hair. "Of course I had no idea just how difficult he would be to train. I had seen my brothers train their horses without issue, and I had by far a stronger bond with Wyndagar than they ever had with their horses. Coupled with having the best instructor helping me, training Wyndagar would surely be no problem for me!" He stated as though it was a foregone conclusion that he would simply train and ride Wyndagar without any hassle. "So that first day of training, I can't remember who's idea it was but Ivette had her entourage with her to watch as I trained my horse. Picture a small group of teenage girls whispering amongst each other, occasionally giggling, and a prince with half a mind on what he was doing, and the other half on wanting to impress the watching women." Théadan let out a small sigh, remembering how confident he had felt entering the pen, and cringing at knowing what came next. "It was a recipe for disaster before I even tried to ride Wyndagar for the first time!"<br/><br/>"I beckoned Wyn over, and he came trotting over quite happily, pressing his face to my hand as had become our custom, and that received a brief clap from those watching on, as they all felt as I did that it was a sure sign of acceptance and obedience from Wyndagar. I placed the saddle on his back, and sorted his harness and everything without any issue, Wyn just looked on curious for the most part." An expression he still often saw on his horse to this day when he was up to something and Wyn was wondering what he was up to. "My instructor then tells me to get on though he used many, many more words, so he<i>might</i>have given a bit more instruction than that, but that was all I could make out of what he said. What I am sure of is that Wyn didn't even let me get to hook my foot over him." He said, recalling the moment vividly of trying to pull himself on to Wyndagar's back for the first time. "I put one foot in the stirrup, and just as I began to pull my weight up to throw my foot over his back, Wyndagar is suddenly launching himself into a sprint leaving me to do the only thing I could do - hold on for dear life. Of course he decided to run me right passed the girls, and as if to rub in my complete lack of control on the situation, it was then he decided to start bucking to throw me off, tossing me into the dirt right in front of them."<br/><br/>The landing had knocked the wind out of him at the time, and had the season been dry, he may have ended up hurt from the fall. "It was during the middle of our wettest season, when the earth is most boggy. So when I fell into the dirt, I mean it covered me from head to toe.I had all these fine clothes on, embroidered, red sleeves everything to make me look all princely. All of it was turned a horrible brown with big clumps sticking to it in a heartbeat. My face was completely covered in mud. I had to take a moment to rub it all from my eyes, fully expecting to hear the ensuing giggling. But no! Instead I heard screams. I looked up to see my landing in the muck right in front of the girls had caused it to splatter outwards, so not only was I covered in it, but all of them in their pristine dresses were also covered in mud. It was even in their hair." His hand covered his face, remembering Ivette's face, how she somehow managed to look both red in embarrassment and fury at the same time. "They ran off to change and wash off all the muck. Ivette was no doubt furious she didn't get to show off 'her prince' training his royal horse. But me..." Again his voice shifted to that of the Instructor. "Nowt why youse gon' dun dat? Git back on 'n' teach da beastie whose its marster!" He let out a groan. "He made me try and ride Wyndagar again and again and again! And every time I was thrown back into the muck by my unruly horse!"