Picking their moment to make a move on Navia and Varinata had been the most difficult part, the path was far too unpredictable, Wyndagar and Théadan needed a stretch of path wide enough for them to pull alongside and long enough for them to complete the pass. The opportunities to do so had seemed to grow fewer and fewer, the jungle appearing to be growing more dense around them the further they rode, and the road not so well discerned. It was a road less commonly trodden. There had been only one chance to make a pass, and they did not hesitate to draw alongside as there likely would not have been another opportunity to do so. The surprise in Navia's eyes was almost alone worth the race, but Théadan was greedy and wanted the win and the luxury of Navia fanning him too.<br/><br/>The path was narrowing up ahead of them, one of them would have to back out, Théadan's competitive side was more on show in this moment as he did not think twice about urging Wyndagar to move faster to draw themselves ahead and move into place to thread passed bushes and vines, causing Navia and Varinata to slow and concede the position to them. That loss in momentum created some distance between the pair, and from here Théadan was certain of their victory, Wyndagar would not be caught once he had the lead, even Navia had to concede that as he heard her call out to him agreeing he and Wyn had indeed won the little race, making him grin and raise an arm triumphantly.<br/><br/>Théadan eased Wyn back letting the horse ease down its speed so he wouldn't hurt himself trying to slow too sharply. He had them slow to a trot while waiting for Navia and Varinata to catch up to them, and patted Wyndagar's neck. "Well done, Wyn." He praised, "Still the greatest horse their ever was." He assured him deciding the horse would be in need of a reward later for all his efforts, and because victors deserved their rewards. That last thought was exactly what was going through Théadan's head as Navia drew alongside him, as he looked over to her, his face filled with pride for his horse. "Ha ha ha!" He laughed, reveling in the victory and deciding it was best he make the most of it and gloat. There was no doubt in his mind Navia would have made him suffer her gloating if she and Vari had won, and she would likely win wagers in the future, so he had to make the victories count when he could. "What did I tell you? Wyndagar remains undefeated and with no equal." He declared giving his horse mane an affectionate rub, before giving Navia a sidelong glance and offering a smug smile. "And so do I."<br/><br/>Along with the opportunity to gloat about his victory over Navia, it also meant he won the wager, and that would be just as good as the win itself as far as Théadan was concerned. "I guess those arms of yours are going to have a lot of work to do for the rest of the day keeping me cool." He laughed again , before reaching up above them as their horses trot along, plucking at one of the lower hanging leaves from the trees of the  jungle. This one was was a over a foot long with several green shoots coming out either side of the main stem, a red colouration in the centre of each shoot. It was flexible enough that it wouldn't break, and the combination of a dozen shoots he figured would do well enough to help fan some air his way. He offered the end of it to Navia, a big smile on his features as he did. "To the winner go the spoils, so get fanning."