A victorious little laugh was Navia’s only response to Théadan’s complaint that he was not Wyndagar, finding it funny that he had made such a connection when she hadn’t. Even so, Théadan went to do as she commanded, even taking up her legs to make it easier on him. She wanted to protest, liked the way it felt to have her legs drift through the water behind them, but it was likely easier for him to have her legs at his sides, so she complied. She was getting a free ride over to the flowery waterfall after all, even if he was apparently only doing it out of love for her and for kisses. “Fine, fine,” Navia replied easily, perfectly happy to have him carry her through the water in exchange for kisses. She even took the time to press another one to his temple before letting hers rest against it while she watched them close in on the rocky grotto.<br/><br/>Pink and red star-shaped flowers were abundant amongst the green leaves growing from the rocks, with some of the petals having fallen into the water and floating atop it. They caught her eye and Navia almost reached down to gather a couple up and torment Théadan further by decorating his hair for him. They were somewhat even for the time being though, he had been relatively amiable to her hopping onto his back, so her arms remained loose around his neck. “No important reason that I know of,” Navia answered when asked why such a picturesque spot would have been added to the already attractive spring, “It was probably just to add the flowers and waterfall, then a small cave for people to adventure in.” She hoped that’s what they were going to do; unless she let go, she was going to have to do whatever Théadan decided.<br/><br/>What he decided to do was not at all what she wanted though. The water around them grew chillier, something she still did not fully enjoy, and before Navia knew what his plan was, Théadan was standing beneath the cascading water so it doused her. “<i>Théadan!”</i>She shrieked, the chill of the water causing her to release him and drop down into the water abruptly. Navia went under again, the cool water encompassing her and swirling around her. Her legs shimmied free of Théadan’s hold so she could breach the water again and find her footing on the rocky spring floor. Then she pushed through the water to enter the grotto after him. None of the features of the new space caught her attention at first though; she had to deal with her soaked hair all over again so she could see what was going on and get a grip on her surroundings.<br/><br/>The small waterfall muted the sounds of the outside world and the sunlight did not enter through the waterfall well, casting them in shadow. Navia saw only black at first with how thick her hair was, and was grumbling about how her lover was absolutely evil while she slicked her hair back a second time. Once she could see again, her dark eyes took in the interior of the small cave. Likely built to house only a handful of people at a time, the dark gray rocks lined the curved wall and sand was beneath their feet instead of the natural rock outside of the grotto. It had a secretive nature to it, perhaps even mysterious, but most of all, it gave the allure that they were all alone. The water was also a bit shallower; it lightly lapped at the bottom curve of her slick breasts while Navia eyed Théadan coolly, not fully trusting him after he’d acted so evilly toward her twice. “What happened to hoping to earn more of my kisses?” She asked suspiciously, though it was said with a sliver of amusement. She knew everything they did to each other was all in good fun. “Did you really think I would kiss you after you doused me with a waterfall?” Navia paused to sigh dramatically, expression saddening as her gaze lifted to take in the solitude they had found themselves in and her hand slowly skimmed across the water, “And we found such a pretty, quiet spot…it would have been the perfect place for a kiss.” She was tempted to only try to guilt Théadan for getting her so wet all over again, but Navia had never been great at giving in or taking the mature road when a game was involved. "What a pity," she commented stoically before the arm she'd been slowly brushing over the water's surface  began splashing as much water as she could muster in Théadan's direction with no intent to stop.