Navia was taking his hand and giving Théadan a tug to lead him out into the field and amongst the flowers, dismissive of any need for a melody or any music at all, doing a quick twirl beneath their raised hands as if to further make her point. From having been dozing, the sight of the moon and the flowers seemed to have given her a new energy, one she was acting on with this sudden desire to dance, and one Théadan was happy to go along with for the memories it could make for them. He did look over the field however; well lit as it was in the moonlight and the flowers reflecting its aura; there wouldn't be lots of space for them to dance in any dramatic fashion out in the fields, there were too many plants that were just a little too tall to allow for a graceful footstep, attempting anything more than a slow dance would likely result in them falling over into a heap.<br/><br/>She reaffirmed her certainty there would be no need for any music, not so much as even a hum from them to guide their movements, though Théadan found her reasoning to be sound. They had long since learned to match the rhythm of each others bodies, there had never been an issue with it between them as they fit so well together. "I suppose that's true." He murmured in agreement as Navia eventually found a spot she liked and came to a stop in one of the more spacious bare patches before turning around to face him, drawing him to a halt too. They were surrounded by the flowers radiating the light of the moon, much like the shirt of his Navia wore was doing the same for her. It certainly made her standout, and with the contrast of it to her far darker skin, Théadan felt there was an allure to Navia and how she stood out in the sea of white surrounding them.<br/><br/>The shirt of his draped loosely over her was eye catching, and Navia knew it, he could see her raising an eyebrow at him before questioning if he did not find it beautiful on her, or whether he would prefer a gown. Just to tease him a little further, Navia bowed before him in a formal manner, just as a noble would before dance at a ball. Théadan let out a snort of amusement at her antics. "I think you already know the answer to those questions." Was his reply before he too was doing a formal bow, one foot slightly ahead of the other, an arm across his waist, and the other extended behind his back as he stooped down. He raised his head to look up at her, a smile on his face as he admired what little she wore. "You could look beautiful in anything, but those previous times you've only worn one of my shirts, you've quickly come to see how drawn to you they make me." He raised back up to standing and stepped forward, his hand reaching for her offered one as he stepped close to his lover, a hand reaching down to her hip. "So no I wouldn't prefer you dressed in a gown... that is so long as you don't mind me dressed in little more than these trousers." He wiggled his eyebrows at her and let his eyes look suggestively downwards to the little he wore too.<br/><br/>Before starting their dance, Théadan took a moment to look around, to note the crescent moon above them, the white flowers surrounding them, and the feel of Navia against him, listening to the sound of her breathing. "What matters to me most, my love, is the woman I dance with." He said softly, returning his eyes to her, before leaning down to press a short sweet kiss to her lips. "And there is no finer than you." With that Théadan guided them into movement a gentle rocking from side to side, lazily turning in a circle. He held her so they could be cheek to cheek while they moved, looking out at the scenery behind each other, their horses back by the tree curiously looking their way, probably wondering what they were up too. "These are your favourite flowers, are they not?" Théadan decided to ask, just to be sure they were the ones she had spoken of as he had seen them once before. "That first night riding together on Wyndagar away from your home, I remember we passed through a field just like this one, though I think you had fallen asleep in that time." He smirked with a little mischief of his own. "You were already snuggling yourself close to me even then."