After spending weeks trying to translate Mes’Mo’Tanian, but never hearing it actually uttered, Sainan was surprised to hear how rough it sounded coming from Théadan. It was so different from the lyrical flow Khluri words had, but it was perhaps even more surprising to hear what the words had meant. He had remembered them vividly, the words being mentioned in an entry Sai had been able to decipher that had described a hunt Théadan had been on. That he had taken the time to say that to the stag he had downed was revealing not only of the man standing in the cell, but also for the country that believed those who died were reborn. That type of belief was very foreign to Sainan and several more questions cropped up to learn more about it, but Théadan was moving on to describe his horse.<br/><br/>Sai did not fully hear everything Théadan said about his horse, mostly because the name of the horse was one he had read several times before. “He’s a<i>horse?</i>” Sai exclaimed, ignoring Théadan’s questions about whom he had been talking about and how he knew so much Mes’Mo’Tanian for someone who had never met one. Laughter erupted from him, so much so that Sai had to lean against the wall while he had to fight for composure. “He’s a horse!” He laughed, one of his arms sliding back behind the bars so he could hit his palm against his forehead in an obvious sign that he could have missed such an obvious connection, “And here all this time, I was thinking he was your human friend!” There must have been some issue with the way Sai had translated the entries he had read that had mentioned Wyndagar.<br/><br/>“Let me explain,” Said said after recovering from laughing at his own misunderstanding, “Or better yet, let me show you. I’ll be back soon, all right? I need to run to my chambers, but I’ll return as soon as I can.” He pushed back from the wall then, turning and jumping down to the floor. Water splashed around the boots he wore, but Sainan wasted no time in leaving the cell. After letting the guards know he would return soon, he made his was through the palace and back to his chambers. He passed the door that led to Navia’s chambers and briefly he debated checking to see if she was around so he could say hello, but he was just so excited that he had met the person whose journals he had been poring over that he refrained. Instead he entered his chambers, decorated in greens and blues, and reached to the very back corner of the bottom drawer of his desk where he had hidden the journals from view.<br/><br/>All three books belonged to Théadan and Sai knew he would not try to keep them after learning their owner was in Mandira, but the man was still incarcerated and would not have an easy place to keep the books. The water on the floor of the dungeon cell was also problematic; it would easily ruin the book if dropped. Deciding to keep two of them for safekeeping, he hid them away again in case his brother or cousin came to visit and did not come across the books. Sai tucked the journal away in his shirt, then left his chambers to return to the dungeons, his pace brisk with his excitement. Surely Théadan would be thrilled to see his journal; surely he would help Sai translate it if he so wished it. Before he returned, he paused at the kitchens for a snack, having not eaten since that morning. He rolled a few meat pies in a cloth and tucked them into his shirt as well. It was a little awkward-looking, but when he returned to the dungeons, the guards paid him no mind. They were too busy gambling with a dice game to pay the young duke any mind.<br/><br/>“I’ve returned!” Sai called when he entered the cell again and clambered up onto the chair so he could look through the window at Théadan again. “First, I brought you some food,” he said as he passed the cloth-wrapped pies through the bars of the window and held them down as far as he could for Théadan to take, “I doubt they will be feeding you well, so I thought you might like something that actually tastes good.” Once the meat pies had been removed from his hold, Sai fished out the journal and held it down to be taken as well, “This is how I know the little Mes’Mo’Tanian I’ve been able to say and why I thought Wyndagar was a human instead of a horse. I don't know why, but someone sent me this book, so I've been studying it for weeks, only to learn it’s yours!”