The story and the bond forged between Théadan and Wyndagar brought a smile to Navia's face, as he hoped it would. She too was extremely fond of Wyndagar, and knowing some of their history together was always going to please her. But it was interesting for Théadan to listen as Navia's thoughts turned towards her own horse, Azva. He could hear in her voice how she loved her horse, and didn't need to see her lips to know she was smiling at the memories that came to her mind. Azva sounded like he had a lot of personality, and much like his owner, he was full of mischief with a desire to be playful around others. Théadan was certain it would be a good day when Navia was reunited with her horse, and he had the opportunity to meet him for the first time, they would undoubtedly have to have a race too.<br/><br/>There was a brief pause as she spoke, one which suggested she missed her horse. Thinking about it, Théadan could scarcely imagine being apart from Wyndagar for so long, he had become such an integral part of his life, yet Navia had gone for months now without Azva, there must have been times she longed to go for a ride with him. Her thoughts took a turn however, not allowing to get bogged down in missing her horse, instead she spoke of what they would do once they arrived in Mandira, suggesting they visit<i>Caltra</i>together. Théadan's brow wrinkled having never heard of it before, but Navia continued on to explain her father bred horses, and she wanted to take him to his stables. "I'd like that." He replied with a smile, finding the idea an interesting one. It would be good to see something of her fathers that meant so much to him, it would give him a little more idea what her father was like.<br/><br/>Her hand was cupping his cheek as her dark eyes found his to ask if he was ready for bed. Théadan certainly was, but then she was wiggling her eyebrows in that suggestive way she so often did that implied a joke, questioning if he was ready for another round of lovemaking. He laughed at her antics finding them endearing. "You're joking." He replied shaking his head at his teasing lover. Théadan reached his hand to cup her cheek, dragging the bad of his thumb down the softness of her cheek as he stared into her eyes. "It will have to be bed my love. My years of training as a Mes'Mo'Tanian warrior prince clearly does not afford me the same endurance and fortitude as the years of training to be a Khluri Duchess." He said with a smile, offering up a bit to her ego for humour. He pressed a kiss to her lips allowing it to linger for just a moment, before pulling the blankets more securely around them, and snuggling closer to his lover for whatever dreams might take them.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>The final week of their voyage passed, and their antics continued as Navia and Théadan both sought ways to keep themselves entertained on the ship. Books were read, language traded, and their bodies were made to ache many more times with each passing day. With it Théadan continued to regain his strength until his side no longer bothered him, the scar remained, but the flesh had knitted back together properly, and his ribs no longer felt sore just from being touched. He was also certain he had the strength to take the lead in their lovemaking again, though he was happy to pretend otherwise for the time being, enjoying the current change as he was.<br/><br/>On the morning of one day Théadan had been sleeping peacefully in bed, enjoying another day of being able to sleep in until whenever he felt like waking up, only to feel warm lips graze across his cheek and nose. "Mmm Navia." He murmured as he was slowly stirred from his slumber, feeling the warmth of her lips drag over his. His hand reached up to cup her cheek, feeling the angular beauty and soft hairs...no that wasn't right. His eyes opened confused by what he felt with his hand, only to be met with the long face of Wyndagar looking down on him. "Ah! WYN?!" He yelped in surprise, causing Wyn to lift his head a little in surprise too before shaking his mane out. "What are you-?" He looked around trying to work out what was going on. Navia was not in bed next to him, but the cabin door was open and Wyndagar had curiously stuck his head through the door to have a peek inside their cabin, only to find him snoozing.<br/><br/>He let out a groan and wiped his hand over his face only to feel some of Wyndagar's saliva from where he had decided to nibble at him, presumably wanting attention. "You know you're not supposed to be in here." He murmured, sitting up and looking for something to wipe his face clean with, one of his old shirts did the trick. Wyn meanwhile simply nickered at him and continued to stare impatiently. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Excuses, excuses." He mumbled as though his horse was a participant in the conversation, before pulling on some clothes. The days were getting considerably warmer now, a cloak certainly wasn't necessary anymore, but still he pulled on a long sleeved shirt and a jacket, then registered some commotion from above. The crew sounded very active this morning, and he supposed Navia had gone to see what was going on. He turned back to Wyn who was still watching him curiously, before Théadan pressed a hand to his face and began ushering him back out of the room. "I think this should stay between us, no need to let Navia know and give her something else to tease me with." He whispered, stepping out of the room just as he saw his lover coming down the stairs. Guiding Wyndagar back to his stall, Théadan looked up at his lover and offered a smile. "Morning beautiful." He grinned, hoping she wouldn't work out Wyndagar had managed to stick his head in their room while he was asleep. "What's all the commotion going on up above?"