It was probably smart of them to consider extra supplies when traveling through Khlurios, not only because she could potentially get them lost, but because the country was still recovering from an expensive, destructive war. Navia knew they might have trouble finding markets or inns in the northern part of the country, but once they reached past the point the Mes’Mo’Tanians had marched, they would not have trouble. As far as she knew, the coastal cities had not been attacked either, so they were likely to be intact. She said nothing of it to Théadan however; she could warn him later if she felt it necessary. She did not want to ruin the joy the day was bringing her and hopefully him as well.<br/><br/>She did have to shrug and grin at him good-naturedly when Théadan pointed out it was alarming when she did not carry the confidence she normally exuded. Navia saw no reason to worry about that; she could not be confident in everything and she knew her weaknesses. She had not been trained to navigate and it did not come naturally to her, but she figured she knew her country and knew the general direction they needed to go. If they had a map in their possession, she was positive she could get them home. Luckily Théadan seemed up for the challenge and was happy to move on so they could go watch the Khluri coast go by. “I’d be happy to,” she answered while lifting her bags and following him.<br/><br/>Théadan’s abrupt stop and yelp of his horse’s name startled Navia enough to bump into his back and stagger a little. She corrected herself while Théadan guided the horse out of the way and Navia had to laugh at Wyndagar’s antics. It was clear he could tell something was happening, he could potentially even know they were gearing up to dock, and she could only imagine how impatient the horse probably was to be back on dry land. He’d overall held up well throughout the trip, but it had been a strain on him, especially when he was such an active horse. “He probably wants to go for a run once we’re off the ship and he’s walked around some to stretch out,” Navia pointed out as she set her belongings beside Théadan’s and turned toward the stairs, “Hopefully we can head south today so he can.” She saw no point in hanging around the port other than to gather supplies; it was still early in the day.<br/><br/>Up the stairs they went, past the cargo deck, and out onto the main deck where light flooded and men yelled directions to each other. It was a flurry of activity, some men throwing and securing ropes, others situating sails so Risho could keep firm control of his vessel. Some greeted them as they stepped onto the worn wooden floor and Navia gave them a wave before reaching for Théadan’s hand. “Come see,” she said excitedly, tugging lightly so he would follow. To the right of the ship was the sea, with other ships passing or trailing beside and behind them, but to the left was her country. Navia led Théadan over to the side where she released his hand so she could fold her arms atop the thick wooden beam protecting people from falling overboard. She leaned against it with a satisfied sigh, for the sight laid out before them was perfect in her eyes. The foliage was lush and green, the small mountains high enough to have to look up at, and the change from earth to sea sudden. Some areas were accented with giant gray rocks rising from the surf, others built up on rock to tower above the ship as it passed.<br/><br/>“See how you can’t see the coast go any further just up ahead?” Navia reached out to point out how the trees seemed to simply stop existing, “There’s probably a little cove there and if the water filled it right, there could be a beach.” It only took a couple minutes or so longer to wait for the ship to speed past the point, where it opened inward to reveal a small cove just as Navia predicted. Within, the land was closer to the sea. Palm trees were evident, towering over the pale sand. Pushed up on the sand were a couple wooden canoes with outriggers and four men were working with nets beside them while a small group of children played in the sand. They were all dark skinned with black hair and wearing little clothing even though it was not quite as warm as it was in Southern Khlurios. They paid the ship no mind, used to seeing merchant ships pass by their tiny bay on their way to Balaja, and Navia had to smile at the simplicity of it until the cove disappeared from view and the towering rocks and greenery were all they could see. "What did you think of Khlurios when you first came to it?" Navia asked before tipping her head back to smile up at Théadan and search his face curiously.