Théadan was right; she had known the answers to her own questions. It had been an easy way to toy with him though, and to hear a little compliment from him in the process. She started to tell him so, but he was mimicking her dramatic bow with an adjustment to complete the bow in a more masculine fashion. Navia watched with a grin widening on her features; she loved how he would go along with her little games, even one as silly as formally bowing to each other as if they were at a grand ball instead of barely clothed in a field of flowers. “I prefer you like this,” Navia assured him as soon as he pointed out what he would be wearing while they danced, “Don’t get me wrong, I love how you look all trim and poised in formalwear, but you’re more comfortable like this and I get to ogle you.”<br/><br/>He took her hand as his other fell to rest on her hip. Her bruised shoulder was still giving her trouble so she’d offered him the hand that would not aggravate it, instead using that one to wrap around his back. Smooth skin marred by scar was what met her there, but Navia lovingly skimmed her hand across his back all the same before it settled in the center of his back. It brought them close, which was what she desired, and their hips and chests brushed as Théadan began to lead them in a slow dance after pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. She looked up at him as he told her there was no finer woman than her for him to dance with, another grin blossoming across her lips. He was always so sweet to her when they weren’t goofing around; she didn’t know how she’d managed to be so lucky.<br/><br/>He kept their movements slow and without much travel from place to place amongst the flowers and Navia was happy to follow. With them cheek to cheek, she was graced with the vision of the lovely flowers slowly rotating over his shoulder as they made lazy circles, their bare feet sifting through the grass. The way they were dressed brought an interesting dynamic to their dance; his bare chest would occasionally brush against her clothed one while his trouser-covered thighs would skim her barely covered thighs. She liked it, liked all of it, and Navia was nearly ready to melt into him when Théadan asked if the flowers were her favorite. Nodding, she nuzzled against his cheek a little, pleased he remembered. What came as a surprise was that he’d seen them before, and the night they’d met no less.<br/><br/>“Well, how could I resist?” Navia chuckled at the tease she’d snuggled up to him the night he’d taken them from her land, “A big strong Mes’Mo’Tanian came and swept me off my little Khluri feet. I had no choice but to swoon.” They both knew that was not at all what had happened, but it was fun to tease him when it had happened at a time that seemed so long ago. With a contented sigh, Navia tightened her hand in Théadan’s and stepped closer, allowing their bodies to press together. It was such a perfect moment in her eyes, dancing in the moonlight with the warmth of Théadan’s body snug against her own. Their bodies swayed together, feet occasionally brushing as they moved. “I loved dancing with you in Nygaard,” Navia murmured, for anything other than hushed tones would ruin the magic they’d created, “Even if we had to hide how we felt. I’m always so at awe how perfectly we fit together and now...well, now we can dance whenever we want, however we want and we won’t have to worry about others noticing. I know you would prefer to be dressed like this, but I do look forward to attending balls with you so we can dance there too.”