For a moment Théadan was wondering whether Navia would want to reveal more of the story and what had happened after her horribly embarrassing moment. But then she laughed, and continued to paint the scene for him to imagine. He could almost picture a young Navia sat on the floor shocked, with her revealing dress torn down the seam, and her cheeks growing red hotly as everyone looked on, and the poor boy Badri kept apologising profusely. Her father did what any father would, hurrying her out of sight so they might salvage what they could of her dignity, but it came as no surprise that a teenage Navia sought to blame him for what had happened. He could only imagine how awful that must have been at the time, yet Théadan still wished he could have been there for himself and have seen more of his lover's life.<br/><br/>It was interesting for Théadan to listen to how Navia spoke of her parents. These were two people he would never have the chance to meet, but were the foundations of Navia's life, hearing about them and how they had influenced her was an insight to part of her life he would otherwise never get to see. Her mother sounded amusing, wanting to blame Navia's father's side for all the stubbornness that was often present in her personality. But this was definitely her and her father's story, and from what Théadan heard of the man, he sounded prideful, but prideful of his children, and especially Navia. Wanting to help and guide, but not without setting boundaries, and having allowed Navia to grow to be a strong and willful woman, clearly he had enjoyed encouraging her to be who she had chosen to be.<br/><br/>Now Navia could look back on that night and laugh, despite the tears, the humilation she had felt that night, and the angry exchange she had with her father. Clearly she was not one to let such things get her down for too long as she remained confident in herself. Navia sounded pleased to recount that despite the teasing of her brother and cousin, she had continued to be her father's favourite, going so far as to even have the seamstress help repair and alter the dress for her. It was a little disappointing for Théadan to hear that a particular style of dress she had once enjoyed had been ruined for her. But he did not think long on it as Navia gave him a poke and sought to turn the tables on him with questions of any embarrassing stories he might have. He grinned and laughed in response, certain he had more than his fair share to tell, but after the chase she had led him on to extract the story out of her, he had to wonder if he should give one up so easily. "Hmm, I don't believe you've won any bets against me recently to earn such a prize." He remarked, grinning up at her in a taunting fashion. "Besides Mes'Mo'Tanian princes are trained from birth to be proper, poised and graceful."He laughed again as he teased her with her own words.<br/><br/>Théadan shifted beneath Navia, head tilting slightly to look behind and down the line of crates they currently had themselves laying in. He bit his lip briefly as he debated what he wanted to do, before giving his lover's waist a small squeeze. "Tell you what though, lets get ourselves into bed, and I<i>might</i>feel inclined to<i>generously</i>give you a story of myself and Wyndagar when I was training him for the first time." He offered emphasising a couple words just to continue on his teasing ways. It was high time they picked themselves up off the floor and sought out the bed they were both undoubtedly eager for,  Théadan decided, and it would give him a chance to make sure Wyndagar had all everything he needed before they slipped into their cabin. The story he had in mind came back fairly quickly at the thought of Wyndagar, and how young they had both been when they were just beginning their training together.