Through the waterfall she went, water dousing her and the warmth of the sun welcoming her. Navia waded out into the deeper water, it rising up to cover her chest, then turned to wait for Théadan to join her. She could hear him call out that he wasn’t old, drawing another laugh from her, and to anticipate him wanting to get back at her for such needling words, she went to retreat further from the grotto’s entrance. The springs was still blessedly empty, leaving it all for them to enjoy, and it was far warmer. The sounds of the jungle had returned, as did the rustle of leaves in the trees bowing over the springs, but it was the sun shining down on them, rays dancing across their shoulders and backs, that she enjoyed the most. It was idyllic and Navia would have been happy to enjoy the serenity with Théadan if he wasn’t following after her with irritation in his voice.<br/><br/>She paid it no mind, a proud little chuckle that she’d apparently pinched a nerve enough to have Théadan sounding like a petulant child leaving her. It really was amusing; only minutes ago they had been in the height of pleasure and they’d gone right back to the teasing that had led them into the grotto in the first place. He was right that she was faster than him in the water though, a quality she was happy to exploit to her advantage, so instead of standing in the water and limiting how quickly she could escape, Navia treaded water while waiting to see what Théadan’s plan was. Legs kicked lazily, arms rhythmically pushed water downward gracefully, Navia’s dark eyes were intent on him to see what he planned on doing to get back at her for calling him old. She knew he was likely to do so given the reaction he had to her teasing; it was just a matter of how he would. In her eyes, she had the advantage however. He would likely have to say something pretty vexing to get her distracted enough to have a chance to ruin her fun.<br/><br/>Content to wait for Théadan to stop grousing so they could continue to enjoy the springs together, Navia entertained herself by using her hands and feet to make lazy circles in the water, her dark hair billowing out behind her on the water’s surface. “Yes, I’m sure I’m so lucky,” she rolled her eyes with a smirk, “I would hate being punished if you<i>could</i>catch me.” But then Théadan went on, mentioning bones and muscles growing old with age, and what he said next had her abruptly stopping and dropping her feet down to rest on the rocks below them, her dark eyes coolly regarding him. “Gray hair?” She parroted, having not expecting such a comment to come from him. Could it be true? She had spent such little time in front of a mirror or focused on her hair to know if it was. Before she could tell herself a single gray hair was no matter, that it said nothing of her age or beauty, Navia’s vanity took hold of her senses and she felt dread begin to fill her.<br/><br/>Hands rose up, water dripping from them, and touched at her temples, knowing that was likely the first place gray hair would show up as someone aged, and Navia spun around to try to find a calmer part of the springs in hopes she could use the water’s surface to check her reflection. “Stop! Stop moving around,” she commanded, wanting the water to still so she could look for such a sign of aging. Head bent over the water, Navia waited for the ripples to still so she could gaze down at her reflection. She saw a youthful, attractively bronzed face, lips perhaps a bit puffy from the fervid kisses she had Théadan had shared minutes ago, and near-black eyes wide with alarm as they searched her hairline for the offending gray hair. “Where?” Navia finally demanded after scanning her features and finding nothing out of the ordinary. She tilted her head some to comb through her wet hair as her eyes remained glued to her reflection, hoping to find a glimmer of gray so she could remove the gray strand, “Where did you see it?”