Even though he couldn’t see it, Théadan’s first remarks over her apparent arrogance were answered with an indifferent shrug, but it was done while she grinned to herself. She could hear him getting closer, his voice nearing the crates, and she knew he was joining the game. She had figured he would as soon as the idea formed in her mind; he loved to goof around just as much as she did. From her place leaning against a wall of crates toward the middle of the goods, Navia could make out his boots hitting the wooden floor to the left of her, could even hear his clothing brush against crates as he passed. Most of her attention was focused on hearing what he had to say however, and she chuckled quietly when he pointed out the inevitability of him catching her. Of course he was right. She could probably make it out of the crates and to their cabin without him catching her, but then what? Eventually she’d have to let him in.<br/><br/>That was the point of it, was it not? In the end, she wanted to be caught, but she'd be damned if she didn’t make it a good chase. Navia was tempted to taunt him back with such a point, but Théadan was continuing with his own taunting words, his confidence coming to the fore. It made her grin like a fool what they were doing, but that was momentarily wiped off her face upon hearing how Théadan thought she sounded. The Khluri accent was actually better than the last time he had used it in jest and she wondered if that was due to him learning the language and learning the lilt of the words. But did he have to make her voice so high-pitched? “I do not sound like that!” She laughed, then took a few steps to the left so she would not be in the same area as where her voice carried.<br/><br/>Navia considered turning back and staying closer to Wyndagar so she had a larger escape route should Théadan catch up to her; she even peeked around a corner and could see Wyndagar’s flank at the end of the narrow aisle between crates. But Théadan was mocking her and that required retaliation. Besides, she had seen how narrow some of the aisles were; there were likely many places she could fit that he would have trouble pushing through. It was not often size was to her advantage when it came to their games; it was usually the other way around. That knowledge urged her to make the best of it and instead of retreating, Navia pushed forward. She moved slowly, keeping her body pushed against the crates as she passed them and peeking around corners to make sure she didn’t move when Théadan could see.<br/><br/>“It’s so hard not to be hurt by what you say of me,” Navia feigned hurt in her voice, allowing it to be loud enough that Théadan might be drawn toward it, “The man I love does not believe I am proper, nor poised, nor graceful.” She sighed loudly, dramatically, then had to press a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. She was on the move again next, turning to the left again and listening for him. “I suppose I will have to tell you a story sooner than later, but now it will likely be through my tears since you only think of me as smug!” A few steps after speaking, Navia saw a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye; he was only a couple rows over from her. All it took was backtracking around a couple crates and she was a step behind him. She moved as quietly as possible, knowing he had senses and reflexes far better than her own thanks to his years of training and war experience. He had trained her to move silently for hunting though, so Navia managed to get within arms reach of Théadan and took advantage. With a wicked grin, she tauntingly swatted his rear before retreating down one of the narrower aisles. She turned right, then left, and disappeared amongst the wood and rope.