Despite Navia's clearly not at all happy with how Wyndagar was acting out to the point of being rude with how he had pushed himself between her and Vari, both Navia and Théadan were in agreement that she should ride Wyndagar for the time being, as it appeared he would only let her ride him. Théadan had no qualms with riding Vari, but after a long journey by ship, he had been hoping to finally get back to riding Wyndagar again, with the possibility of having some fun with Navia as they put Vari through her paces. Clearly Wyndagar had other plans though, and there was nothing they could do for the time being to sway the horse. Reluctantly Théadan trudged over to Vari, adjusted the stirrups to suit his legs, and after a moment, was pulling himself on to the back of a horse that was acting far more obediently. Though it did prove to take a little getting used to issuing Vari commands in Khluri, she was completely unresponsive to the common tongue, and if he didn't pronounce the word just right Vari would not realise he was commanding to her go faster or slow down. Théadan required a little coaching from Navia to get used to issuing Vari commands.<br/><br/>They did manage to have fun as they traveled, even testing Vari's speed, compared to Wyndagar, but Théadan could see Wyn was taking it easy. He was not at full stride, running well within his means. As for Vari, Théadan felt he managed to get a good idea for her speed, but he was certain Navia would be able to ride her faster than him. For one she always seemed to have more experience with horses, and a better way with them. From the moment she had met Wyndagar, she and Wyn had gotten along, and so far it had looked it would be much the same with her and Vari, there also may have been a slight difference in how Khluri trained horses to respond to their rider from how Mes'Mo'Tanian's trained horses. If there were any differences, Navia would know better than he how to get the most out of Vari. There was all the fact Navia was just naturally lighter than him, which would make Vari less encumbered by the additional weight Théadan had. Even so, they still had fun riding their horses together, even when they slowed to a walk, and took in the Khluri countryside they were walking through.<br/><br/>Picturesque as Khlurios was to look at, it still wore the scars of war. That became quickly apparent to Théadan as they passed through the remains of buildings burned to the ground. Most were burned out husks, some were just foundations, but all were reminders to what had happened not so long ago. It was difficult for Théadan to look at, to know there were other towns like this north of here that were in the same state of ruin, and were caused by his orders. He wore a grimace, but did his best not to turn away, but look at what his country and his actions had wrought upon the land. Navia's reaction was a little different however, she seemed to be at a loss for words, mumbling a few as she looked at the state of the place forlornly. They had come to a stop before a mound, one that had been decorated, a statue of an eagle had even been carved out of stone, and plenty of flowers giving colour that the Khluri seemed to love so much.<br/><br/>Navia decided to keep on going, perhaps she had seen all she wanted to see of this place, or maybe she had other reasons for wanting to hurry along. But Théadan felt the need to stop, just for a moment to pay his respects. "I'll catch up." He said to Navia as she began to ride on. He did not plan to stay too long, only needing a moment. Théadan dismounted from the back of Vari, though still held her reins in one hand as he did not yet fully trust the horse to go running off without him. Approaching the mound and the statue, he dropped to one knee before it, and gave a respectful bow. "I'm sorry." He apologised. He did not believe he had ever marched quite this far south, and knew the further south he and Navia traveled, the less they would see sights like this. Which is why it was important for him to take a moment and acknowledge the wrongs he and his people had done to the Khluri. "I don't know if the destruction of this place was done under my command, or if it was one of my brothers who did this. But all the same, I am sorry for the harm caused, and lives were so cruelly ended."<br/><br/>An apology would never be enough to make up for all the mistakes he had made during the war, but it would have to be a start. There was no way to bring back the dead, Théadan could only hope his future actions would help atone for his part in such a senseless war. Théadan bowed his head again before the mound and statue, unfortunately Vari was still loaded with Navia's bags or he would have searched through his own things for a token he could leave behind, something of his he could offer to show the sincerity of his apology. Right now there was only what he had on his person. Looking over himself the only thing he could think of that might catch the eye of a Khluri was the buttons on his jacket, they were a pale green with just a hint of artistry etched into their design. Probably quite simple by Khluri standards, but a bit on the extravagant side to a Mes'Mo'Tanian. He grabbed a button on his cuff and pulled it free of its stitching, before leaving it at the foot of the statue. There was little more he felt he could do than that, Théadan mounted back onto Vari, and was heading off at a trot to catch back up to Navia.