Varinata at times seemed to have the personality of a horse that did not always behave. The more time they had spent riding with her, the more Théadan sensed the horse would become impatient and occasionally make choices entirely from what she wanted to do, rather than obeying or waiting for the riders orders. It certainly gave the horse personality, though it also raised questions of if she had been properly trained, he was sure Vari had done a good job in her old life, she had been well looked after, and he suspected Navia would take a liking to the horse the more it showed these little quirks, still he had to wonder about her and the influences she might have on his own trusted horse, as Wyndagar was quickly upping his own pace to catch up to Varinata without him even commanding him to do so.<br/><br/>They had traveled for a while, and Théadan had done his best to give Navia as little satisfaction as he possibly could from her tormenting him with the leaf, it had eventually worked when she grew bored, and he could enjoy the lazy fanning she was giving him. Théadan was intent on enjoying the feel of the air being wafted his way to keep from thinking about the heat in the jungle as midday passed them by. It was eventually interrupted by Navia suggesting things didn't feel right, he looked around wondering what she meant when she mentioned the roads she had previously traveled connecting Mandira and Ghatni were never as rough as the one they found themselves trudging down. It was a suggestion that drew a wary gaze from Théadan, now suddenly skeptical of his lover as he realised just what this might mean. The fact she pulled the map up upside down, frowned, and then corrected it only made him all the more dubious Navia knew where she was going. “Always a promising sign.” He mumbled with a shake of his head.<br/><br/>Théadan had to just sit and wait for a moment while Navia inspected the map trying to find where they were, her finger tracing lines as she talked about towns they should have passed. They had met nobody along the way, the roads were completely empty, and that Théadan realised was probably the first sign he should have picked up on that something was wrong. A moment more of waiting and Navia asked about a fork in the road they had passed by while they had been racing, his brow furrowed as he distinctly remembered guiding Wyndagar to chase after her down the left fork. He suspected they both already knew the answer to which way they had gone, and which way they should have gone, still he tried to remain composed as he had Wyndagar turn around on the path so they could both give a long hard look Navia's way to watch her expression as he gave the answer she surely didn't want to hear. “We went left.”<br/><br/>Wyndagar trudged over so Théadan could draw alongside Navia and remaining facing her, he let a finger bend down the very top of the map to keep Navia from hiding behind it. “Navia, we’ve been in your country for just four days, following a route you’re familiar with and completely trusting your guidance and map reading skills to get us through the final leg of our<i>long </i>journey." He emphasised the length of their journey just to rub it in a little further. They had made it through a months worth of travelling through the Mes'Mo'Tan wilds without issue under his guidance, that she had gone and gotten them lost in than a week in the wilds of Khlurios just meant he would have to make sure he teased her plenty for it, and never let her forget the time she took a wrong turn. “You’re not about to tell me you've gotten us lost, are you?”