It was not surprising to hear Wyndagar had been difficult to train and Théadan’s reaction to her question told her how hard it had been. She chuckled while listening to him explain how horrific it had been and knowing a story was on the horizon, she snuggled closer to him to get more comfortable. It sounded as though Wyndagar was nearly violent whenever Théadan first tried to ride him, but hearing how sweet he had been with Théadan otherwise sounded more like the horse she had come to love. Even within hours of meeting her, Wyndagar had been affectionate towards her, but he had also refused to allow her to ride him to freedom so she was not surprised at all by his own stubbornness. Even so, it was entertaining to hear Théadan describe his growing pains with Wyndagar, especially when he included that ridiculous accent the trainer had apparently had.<br/><br/>It was the mention of Ivette that had Navia’s wandering hand halting. They had not even mentioned her in weeks and Navia temporarily worried if Ivette was still a sore spot between them. But she could sense what was coming in the story and instead focused on it instead of the past wrongs she had done toward Ivette. “Uh oh…” she murmured when Théadan explained Ivette and her friends had come down from the castle to watch him train with Wyndagar, figuring something had to have gone very wrong when he was training his new horse. Sure enough Théadan was describing it as a recipe for disaster and Navia squeezed her hold on him a bit tighter for solidarity until he continued.<br/><br/>Navia listened closely, trying to picture a younger Théadan approaching a wilder Wyndagar to tack him up. She could even see how Wyndagar probably would have looked at him; the horse had a characteristic expression when he couldn’t quite place what his human companions were doing. It was Théadan telling her that Wyndagar took off before he could take a seat that had Navia grimacing sympathetically, having seen such an event happen to others before, but never to herself. She was so smirking at the revelation Théadan ended up thrown down right in front of the girls he’d wanted to impress. Such was the irony of life, she supposed. Of all the places in the training ring, Wyndagar had chosen the most embarrassing one for Théadan.<br/><br/>An alarmed gasp escaped Navia when Théadan explained the earth had been muddy instead of dry or snowy, which she had assumed. He didn’t even have to say the girls’ clothing had been in danger; she had thought of it immediately. How upset she would have been as well, especially at that age. She supposed if it had happened to her in the last few months, when she had not had much choice in her own clothing or had been fleeing for her life, it would not have bothered her much. But if she had been dressed up in nice clothing like she was sure Ivette and her teenage companions had done to go visit a prince, she would have been horrified to be drenched in blood. “Oh those poor girls…” Navia murmured empathetically before laughing lightly, “They probably cursed you all the way back to the castle.”<br/><br/>It was a funny story, and she could see why it would be so embarrassing, but it was also a fun story and one that shed some light into the strong bond between her lover and his horse. But her favorite part was how Théadan continued to bring back how the instructor spoke to him. She could barely understand him when he spoke that way, but it was just so different and funny that she could not help but laugh. “’Beastie?’” She asked before laughing more while Théadan groaned about getting thrown into the mud over and over. Amused by such a tale, happy he had obliged her and shared, Navia rolled onto her back to look up at the wooden beams above them. She adjusted a bit, her body wedged between his and the ship wall while she considered all the questions she had from his story. “What did Ivette say to you later?” She asked as her hand adjusted to try to find the hand of his connected to the arm under her neck. Her other hand fell to rest on his thigh without much thought to it. “And how long did it take before you were able to ride Wyndagar without him throwing you?” Navia tilted her head back to look up at Théadan curiously, “What changed? How did you teach him to only let you ride him?” From a training point of view, she'd always been curious. It was impressive and something she'd never seen before.