Navia agreed to his bargain, cupping Théadan's cheeks and pressing a kiss to his lips to seal it. With a sigh she pulled away, lifting herself from atop him with a groan. Théadan swiftly followed, taking an extra moment to make sure everything was back in place, that his trousers were tied up once more, and he looked at least a little presentable before following Navia's route back out from behind the crates they had just spent so much time behind. He found his legs were tired, everything below his waist ached from overuse, and that his body was eager just to lay down and rest once more. But first he had to check in on Wyndagar, while Navia was heading back to their cabin, Théadan walked up to the horse who was looking at them curiously now that they had finally reemerged from behind the crates he had seen them disappear behind. He wondered just how much Wyn had heard, hopefully not too much.<br/><br/>He ran a hand along Wyndagar's mane, while looking to see Wyndagar had everything he needed. There was plenty of water for him, but not enough food for the moment. Patting him slightly, Théadan moved to pick up a sack of grain and pour it into his trough for him. Seeing what he was up to, Wyndagar bumped his face against Théadan's ribs before nibbling on his shirt, making Théadan chuckle. "You won't be stuck on this ship forever my friend." He said reassuringly. It had been far too long since Wyndagar had last been able to really walk around. Théadan did walk him up and down the length of the deck a few times each day in attempt to help, but it was never going to make up for running across an open field. "Just endure for a little longer and I promise I'll let you go for a run and let you stretch your legs." He whispered into his horse's ear before hearing the call of his lover wishing to his tale of embarrassment.<br/><br/>With a parting brush of his hand down Wyn's neck, Théadan let the horse be, returning to his and Navia's cabin to finally climb into bed and have a rest. Or he would have if Navia had not spread herself across the bed and not leave him with any room, she was already happily snuggled beneath the blankets. Théadan set about removing the clothes he had on, while appraising his lover to see if she would willingly concede any room. "If I'm going to tell this story, you're first going to have to give me some space on that bed." He told her, and the moment he was done stepping out of his clothes, he was tugging on the sheets to pull them back away from her, so he too could climb into bed and snuggle up close.<br/><br/>Once he was in bed, though with less room on his side than Navia had on hers, he laid his head back into the cushion and slipped an arm beneath Navia to try and get himself comfortable. "So..." He murmured, debating how to start, and figuring it was best to set the scene for Navia first. "When Wyn was only two and I was seventeen it was time for me to train him. I had ridden horses before, but Wyn was my first and<i> only</i>horse. I had never trained one before." He had never had a problem riding horses, every single one he had previously ridden had done precisely what he had told them to do, and so in his mind, training a horse looked like it would be easy. "I had already been spending time with him for a year prior to it, forging a bond between myself and him while waiting for him to be old enough and strong enough to cope with having me on his back. I felt we were good friends even then, he had just been weaned from his mother and still desired attention, which I was happy to give. Whenever he saw me approach the paddock pens, he would quickly come trotting up to the fence and bump the flat of his face into my outstretched hand, hopeful I had brought along another of the red apples he so enjoyed."<br/><br/>Indeed it did not take long for Théadan to work out some of Wyndagar's preferences, once one of the servants had left a basket of freshly picked apples too close to the pens, by the time they had come back to collect them from whatever task had interrupted them, they discovered only green apples were left in the basket. "I had this awful instructor throughout the process, he spoke common but his accent was so thick from a life of growing up in the eastern farmlands, using all these colloquialism I didn't know. It was near impossible to understand what he was saying, and yet he was one of the best horse trainers in our lands so it was him I was to learn from." The instructors accent had been so distinctive, Théadan could still remember some of the things he would say, "''ere nowt y'un' prince, down be radderbacking on dem reins none, ya 'ear? Youse get dem all tied up, down know no left frum reet." He said doing his best to impersonate the gruff voice coupled with the accent, before letting out a small laugh. "I still don't know what radderbacking is, it was genuinely that bad, but being the prideful sort I didn't ever ask him to repeat anything he was teaching me. I didn't want to appear like I couldn't understand."