Laughter was Théadan’s reaction to Vari’s thievery, along with blame on Navia that had her smirking at him while she gave the stick a twirl. She found it funny as well, but he was soon using it as perhaps a way Vari had been protecting him from her. Navia rolled her eyes at him, but he was laughing about it again and she just loved hearing Théadan’s laughter that she couldn’t even fight the teasing words. She was considering using the stick against him again though, it was still long enough to pester him with, when Théadan decided it time to give Varinata a break. Nodding, Navia followed after him, happy to let him take the lead so Vari would have some getting used to Théadan as well. “Working with her in the mornings sounds nice,” Navia agreed, “She might enjoy it more then.”<br/><br/>They took the time to rub the horses down after removing their saddles. Once the horses were ready for a night of relaxation to make up for the long day of riding, grain was set out for them and Navia made sure Vari’s bridle was on so they wouldn’t have a repeat of the night before. Then they’d taken care of a meal of their own, sitting companionably beneath the shade of the big tree. They’d set up their camp earlier than usual, which meant having to wait longer for night to descend, but it gave them time to go find a stream not far from the meadow and clean up. Wanting to take advantage of the cool, clean water, they’d taken the time to clean their clothes in addition to their bodies. Only having two outfits was beginning to wear on Navia, so she made sure to scrub both sets of clothes down, trading her horse-mucked green dress for one of Théadan’s shirts to wear until her clothing dried. It was far cooler than her clothes, but silly looking in combination with her khussas. She ditched the shoes again as soon as they returned to their camp.<br/><br/>The clothes were brought back to their little camp and laid out to dry on some of the lower lying tree branches before they’d settled back down on the bedrolls Baiza had so generously given them. Backs against the huge tree trunk, legs extended out before them, hers bare from the length of Théadan’s shirt. It was a pretty spot, a comfortable break from the heat, with the horses grazing out in the grass, the jungle all around the perimeter, and the big tree providing them with nice shade. They waited for night to fall upon them, quietly talking and watching Vari and Wyndagar wander together. Eventually Navia had let her cheek fall to rest on Théadan’s shoulder, his voice and warmth causing her to drift toward dozing with her hand resting loosely in his own.<br/><br/>When a pop in the fire was particularly loud, her dark eyes fluttered open and twilight was upon them. The sky was darkening, making the fire appear brighter. The horses had drifted back over to them, standing close together under the massive branches of the tree. Navia sat up some, her uninjured shoulder allowing her hand to rise up and push through her black hair so it would be out of her face. “Are you ready to—“ She started to ask Théadan, figuring if she’d been dozing off she could probably lie down and sleep for the night, but froze upon looking further out into the meadow. The arrival of twilight had also meant the rise of the moon, the large crescent bright in the distance. The other half of the field had responded, the buds opening to reveal the brilliant white petals of the flowers Navia loved. “So they are<i>rajjana</i>,” she grinned over at Théadan, having noticed earlier. Rising to a stand, the hand she’d been absently resting in his tightened and tugged at the same time her free hand straightened the shirt she wore, “Come here. Come dance with me amongst the flowers and the moon.”