It took a few moments to relieve Wyndagar of everything he was carrying, likely very long moments for him from how he scratched at the ground with his hooves. Once he was free to go though, he took off like a shot, revealing a hint of the speed he was known to have. Navia watched him go with a small smile, happy to see Wyn was finally getting some of the exercise he’d been craving. He was a blaze of black, jetting toward the nearly pure white Vari on the other side of the field, and it occurred to Navia what a pretty contrast they were. Dark and light, not unlike herself and Théadan. She started to comment, even turned back to do so, but he was coming to stand beside her while he explained why the coloration was sought out in Mes’Mo’Tan. Forgetting what she’d been about to say, Navia had to purse her lips from making a snide comment about Mes’Mo’tan’s proclivity for war tactics.<br/><br/>She was far more interested in learning Théadan had heard the breed of horse was easily trained anyway. That had Navia looking back to study Vari in the distance and the way Wyndagar was sniffing at her side. Perhaps a<i>vivarta</i>wasn’t out of the question. It could provide for some entertainment. It might also mean they could teach Vari commands in Mes’Mo’Tanian so only they would be able to lead her. It was an idea Navia was about to bring forth when Théadan asked the meaning behind Varinata’s name. He paired it with a droll joke, one that pulled a laugh from her. Turning to wrap her arms around his waist, hands folding atop his hip opposite to her, Navia tipped her head back to look up at him with an amused grin. “It’s not the country, I promise, it’s just me,” she chuckled, giving his waist a small squeeze, “Varinata means ‘light of the moon,’ though I suppose if we lived in a country where snow was common she might have been named after it instead. It’s pretty though, don’t you think? And appropriate. She does remind me of moonlight.”<br/><br/>Thinking of how the name was fitting for the white horse with a few pale gray speckles in her coat and at her ankles, Navia let her cheek fall to rest against Théadan’s upper arm while she looked back out at the two horses. Wyndagar was nosing at Vari, then taking a couple steps away and going right back, clearly trying to engage her into going for a run with him. After a few moments of his trying, she suddenly burst into a quick run across the field and Wyndagar took off to follow. Navia’s breath caught in her throat in the form of a short gasp, “Oh look at them!” It was no surprise Wyn caught up with his new friend right away, but once he did, he didn’t attempt to outrun Vari. Instead they ran side-by-side, manes and tails sailing behind them. “Look how pretty they are together,” she sighed, thinking again of the marriage of color between the two horses.<br/><br/>“He can run faster than that though, can’t he?” The Khluri boy asked from behind them, reminding Navia of his presence.<br/><br/>“Yes, of course,” Navia answered with a chuckle, amused the boy was so interested in Wyn. She made no move to look back at him though; she was far too comfortable cuddled up to Théadan’s side while she watched the two horses play.<br/><br/>“What if you kept the money and give me the horse?” The boy suddenly pressed, coming around to face them, “You can take Vari and any other horse you’d like. That’s two horses for the price of one…”<br/><br/>“You could offer him all the horses in your stable and he still wouldn’t agree,” Navia answered again with a slight bite of annoyance in her tone. It had been cute at first how intrigued the boy had been by Wyndagar, but her patience was waning. It was a pointless hill he was trying to climb. Théadan had gone through great lengths to keep Wyndagar with them; he would never betray his friend by selling him. She could see how badly the boy wanted Wyndagar though, and so tried to distract him, “Do you think you could bring us Vari’s saddle, please? I’d like to take a look at it.” Luckily the boy was obliging and turned to do so, but not after another longing look at the horses in the field.<br/><br/>“I wonder if he really wants Wyn for himself or if he sees a big sale,” Navia muttered before shaking her head and looking up at Théadan with a smile, “What do you think? Can we have her?”