Navia merely nodded her agreement that the view was not one to be so easily seen on land while she leaned her forearms on the railing. It was chilly, but so pleasant to look out at the expanse of water laid out before them in such splendor. As soon as Théadan said it could be a scene for one of her paintings, she wholeheartedly agreed and began looking at the seascape with a more critical eye. Would she remember the colors when she was finally reunited with her paints? What about the movement of the waves? The clouds gathered up near the twilight? The curve of the sun as it kissed the earth goodnight? Perhaps she needed to write down some descriptions of what she saw and was prepared to ask Théadan to wait so she could go back and do so when he continued on to suggest a home for them in the future.<br/><br/>Intrigued by such a conversation, Navia turned to face him more, allowing one arm to remain resting on the railing while her hip pressed against the weathered wood. She reached up to push her hair from her face when the breeze caught it, her focus on him. Théadan’s description of Mes’Mo’Tan’s associations with twilight was poetic, thought provoking, and Navia found herself wondering how much he believed in it. The Khluri had no stories or beliefs in the type of reincarnation Théadan spoke of, so she wasn’t sure what to think of such an ideal. She was curious about it, wanted to ask more, but first wanted to address what had initially caught her attention enough to have her turn toward him.<br/><br/>“Mandira is by the sea,” Navia pointed out, though he likely already knew that from his studies of Mes’Mo’Tan and her own stories of her home, “But I think it would be best if we made our home somewhere further north so you can enjoy some of the cooler months our northern towns have.” Vanam was out of the question, it was landlocked and it would be insulting to Devam’s family if Navia returned to live with another man. But there were other places, other cities and towns that they could call their own someday. She had money, that would not be an issue, and Navia figured Théadan would miss the cooler climate of Mes’Mo’Tan, so it would be best if they started their lives together in a new city.<br/><br/>“As for souls of the dead moving on to the next day’s newborns,” Navia’s eyebrows drew together some, the hand resting at her side reaching out to gently start to smooth down the length of Théadan’s arm, and she looked up at him with a mixture of curiosity and concern on her tawny face, “Théadan, what would Mes’Mo’Tanian beliefs say of us? Do you think we found each other in whatever past lives we’ve had? Or if we’ll be together in another life? Do people find each other more than once?” It was strange to think about, souls returning to new bodies, starting cycles all over again. What did it do with people whose hearts were intertwined? Surely that affected souls. It did in Khlurios. She wasn’t sure if she liked the Mes’Mo’Tan way, knew she did not enjoy envisioning a life where he was not by her side, and Navia couldn’t help the worried frown.