He appeared surprised by her request, but he was grinning at her, so Navia figured Théadan was on board with the impulsive decision. She had thought of it on a whim, but the longer she had to wait for Théadan to stop teasing her and join her, the more Navia wanted to do it. How could there be any more perfect of a moment than one spent dancing barefoot in the moonlight with the man she loved? For it to be amongst flowers she found so beautiful and magical made it all the sweeter. So she waited as patiently as she could for him to finish removing his shoes and socks before they were both standing and he was pointing out they had no music for them to dance with. It was no worry in Navia’s mind; she wasn’t expecting them to complete any sort of intricate dance beneath the stars. She just wanted to enjoy the moment with him more than anything else.<br/><br/>“We don’t need a melody to dance to,” she pointed out while taking Théadan’s hand and giving it a small, eager tug. Before they went too far, Navia lifted their joined hands above their heads and used the space to do a quick spin. Then she led the way toward the shift from grassy field to thicker, lush plants with wide leaves and brilliant white flowers that had opened up to greet the moon above. It was not easy to step through the plants, but once they weaved their way around some of the thicker sections to keep from stepping on the flowers, wider empty patches were available. They would be limited by how much they could move in their dancing, not able to take more than a handful of steps in each direction, but it was more than enough in Navia’s eyes. They weren’t trying to recreate the way they’d danced in Mes’Mo’Tan, after all.<br/><br/>“No, I really don’t think we even need to hum along to anything,” Navia picked up the topic again, thinking back to the evening they had last danced together and how she couldn't even remember what the music had been like then, “I think we know by now how well our bodies move to their own rhythm, hmm?” It was something they had learned very quickly about each other; they naturally fit together, naturally moved together in a way neither of them had ever experienced before each other. Dancing together had been of no exception before and Navia was confident it would not be an issue again. Besides, she had no intention of dancing quickly with Théadan. No, she wanted slow and sweet, where they could enjoy the brush of their bodies together and talk quietly together while they relished the romantic scenery around them.<br/><br/>“As for what duchesses wear when they’re dancing,” Navia finally came to a stop in one of the bare patches and turned back around to face Théadan, the moon at her back and the pretty white flowers at her feet. She gave a small shake of her head to settle her loose black hair behind her shoulders before she looked down at what she wore. Bare feet nestled in the greenery below, tawny legs stark against the bright white shirt she wore. It fell just short of midthigh, loose and flowy around her and the arms a bit too long. She hadn’t bothered tying it at the neck, leaving it open and hinting at the curves of her breasts. It was the exact type of outfit she’d been wearing the night they’d lost control of their senses and had ended up in bed together despite their best interests. It had led to heartbreaking results, but Navia chose not to think about that and instead how wearing his shirt had upended Théadan enough to break his own rules. She looked back to Théadan then, raising a single slender eyebrow at him as a hint of a smirk graced her dark lips, “Is this not beautiful to you? Would you prefer me to be dressed in a gown?” And then, just to silently tease him further, she swept an arm out to her side and bent her knees in a perfectly executed formal bow before rising to hold out her hand for him to take so they could begin, the smirk widening.