With Théadan assuring the stable boy wanted to keep Wyndagar and not sell him if he ever had the chance to own the horse, Navia glanced back in the direction the boy had gone. She was not comfortable with the idea of Wyndagar being sold at all, but it did at least lighten her opinion of the boy’s interest. Shrugging, knowing it was useless to ponder on when nothing would come of it, Navia turned back as Théadan pointed out he was probably wanted to impress a girl. Her eyes lifted at the same time his lowered and she laughed when he pointed out how taking her riding had worked for him. It had impressed her, but even more than that, he had trusted her that day to ride Wyndagar on her own. It had been an important moment for the three of them, one she cherished.<br/><br/>The announcement they could have Varinata join them brought a bright grin to Navia’s face, her arms squeezing around Théadan’s waist briefly. She watched the two horses enjoying each other’s company and knew it was a good choice and she could hardly keep from dancing in place a little with her glee. She remained composed though, and nodded her understand concerning Wyndagar’s need for company. She was in total agreement that Wyndagar deserved only the best companion as reward for being so loyal to them. “I’m glad you think so,” Navia watched as Wyndagar pulled ahead of Vari a bit, then slowed when she didn’t keep up, as if he was testing to see how fast she really was, “I think they’ll have fun together.”<br/><br/>Prepared to keep watching the two horses play, Navia was pressing her lips to the ball of Théadan’s shoulder for an absent kiss when the stable boy returned with the saddle. Her eyes roamed over to follow his movements, watching as he lifted the black saddle to rest atop the wooden fence until they were ready to tack up their new horse. It was a typical Khluri saddle, smooth and stitched to have detailing around the edges, but plain. The saddles of nobles were often decorated with embroidery and color, leaving Navia to suspect Vari had not been a noble’s horse. A purple saddle pad much like the one Théadan had purchase for Wyndagar and matching the color in Vari’s bridle was set beside the saddle. “Will you please whistle for Wyn?” Navia asked, “I want to see if she’ll come too and if she’ll let me put the saddle on her.” Wanting a closer look at the saddle and to see if Vari would respond well to her, Navia went to check out the saddle, but rose onto her toes to press a brief kiss on Théadan’s cheek before she did so.<br/><br/>Once the whistle came for Wyndagar to return, he dutifully turned back from his run to head back to them. Realizing he was changing course, Vari took a moment longer to look back in the direction he was going, then went to follow. Glad to see it, Navia finished inspecting the saddle to be ready to take hold of Vari’s reins when she was close enough. The saddle seemed in good enough shape to get them to Mandira, but it was somewhat worn from use and would need to be replaced once they arrived. As Wyndagar slowed to trot up to Théadan and see what he wanted, Vari did the same. With the run likely having energized her, she bumped against Wyndagar to nose her way closer to Théadan, giving him a more curious sniff around his chest, then his face, before snorting and nibbling at his shirt. Chuckling, Navia stepped forward to reach for Vari’s reins to guide her over to her saddle. “I think she’s flirting with you,” she teased, then paused before moving to guide Vari closer to her saddle, “Do you want to pay him so we can go as soon as the horses are tacked up? I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.” Tacking up Wyndagar would be faster since they were used to doing it. It would likely take her longer to get Varinata squared away and Théadan had the money.