Théadan had the cutest reaction to her revelation there could be pineapple at the spa. His face practically lit up with the news and she couldn’t keep from grinning and nodding. In truth, she would also find it exciting if they were able to find one at the spa; it had been quite some time since she’d had the fruit and it was one of her favorites. It was the reminder of what they had discussed when it came to that fruit that had Navia’s gaze returning to him after she’d resumed attention on her apple, and she smiled to herself, remembering a snowstorm. An argument, declarations of how much they wanted to be together. A night of passion. She got lost in the memory of that night for only a few moments, but it was long enough for Théadan to comment on wanting shade before she could speak about their pineapple deal.<br/><br/>Deciding she was finished with her apple, Navia leaned over Wyndagar’s neck to offer him the rest of it. The horse was still refusing Théadan, much to both of their annoyance, but he was happy enough with her, taking the apple and munching on it. She was hoping Wyndagar might accept Théadan after they spent a little time in the comfy spa stables so she could try riding Vari for a change. “I look at ease because I have grown up with this heat my entire life,” Navia pointed out easily, even though she did not consider the current temperature to be hot. For him it was, and that discomfort she fully understood. He was experiencing the same she had with the cold. “But this dress also does not retain heat the way your clothes might. The fabric is thin and the back is open, but my shoes also help. Boots hold in heat, khussas do not,” Navia shrugged, glancing over at Théadan’s shoes briefly before her gaze traveled up the length of his leg, up to his chest, and finally settled on his face.<br/><br/>“Maybe you should take your shirt off for a while,” Navia suddenly suggested, flashing him an innocent grin as if there was no other reason why she would advance such an idea other than for his comfort. She did want him to be comfortable though, and the trees were growing ever closer by the moment, so Navia urged Wyndagar into a faster pace so they could reach that point sooner. “Come on,” she called to Théadan, “Catch up so you can cool off.” With that, she spoke a quick<i>Arash! </i>to Wyn and they sped off toward the trees. It did not take long for them to reach it, Wyndagar was fast and she was light, but once the jungle’s trees were towering over them, blocking the sun and considerably cooler, Navia slowed them back down to a more leisurely pace so they could wait for Vari to catch up. She was not a slow horse, but she was no match for the royal Mes’Mo’Tanian horse.<br/><br/>With the shade of the jungle came pockets of sunlight which scattered across the dirt path in pretty shapes that changed with the rustle of trees above. The trees varied in size, some towering above with thick foliage, others closer to the jungle floor with wide, fanlike leaves. Birds of all kinds and sizes flitted through the trees, releasing a plethora of calls to go with them. Further up toward the canopy, small monkeys were jumping and chittering amongst branches and once Théadan was back at her side, Navia pointed up at them so he would notice. “So the pineapple agreement,” she started to remind him of their conversation minutes earlier, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but if my memory serves, I believe you’re supposed to make love to me under the sun. Then once the stars come out, I’m supposed to wear something revealing while I make love to you and feed you pineapple at the same time?” Navia paused to smirk over at Théadan while the horses clopped down the jungle-lined path, “It sounds sticky.”