It was sweet to recount the first few moments they had met and to hear Théadan’s thoughts on it. It made her grin widely to hear he had liked her right away despite her obvious distaste for the Mes’Mo’Tanian men threatening her freedom. Navia was tempted to take issue with his comment that a Khluri noble would cower upon coming across a warrior of Mes’Mo’Tan, but she was too distracted by Théadan’s gentle touch and teasing nips on her shoulder to let her pride for her country get in the way. Especially when he was bringing up the idea of a mirror in their future home. Even though he could not see, Navia’s eyebrows raised at the idea of making love together in front of a mirror. Théadan sounded very confident it was needed, causing her to briefly wonder if he had thought of such an idea before. “Intriguing,” she commented, knowing she would be more than happy to have such a set up in their future home, “Though if we make love the way you describe it, one of us won’t be able to see.” With a devilish little smirk, she turned her head to press her lips to his cheek, “We would have to consider what positions we could use…or try multiple.” Whatever they decided, Navia was certain it would be enjoyable.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The next morning came filled with little kisses, whispered sentiments, unhurried touches, and eventually Navia rolling on top of Théadan to guide them into a slow, lazy round of lovemaking that left them unwilling to leave the bed until late in the morning. They paid no mind to the time however, having been told by Risho to be back by midday at the earliest. There was much to be done on the ship and with them having to enter an unplanned port, Risho and his crew were taking advantage of trades that could be done. So they did not make their way back to the<i>Uttarana</i>until after they had breakfast downstairs with a plethora of people from all over. Even wandering back to the ship was enjoyable for Navia though; she could not get over how perfect it felt to walk beside Théadan hand-in-hand and have no one make any comment. By the time they were moving up the gangplank to board the ship once more, Navia was silently wishing they could spend more time in Terlingua.<br/><br/>The couple days after they left Terlingua were spent trying to win back Wyndagar’s favor, who seemed to have figured out they had left him alone on the ship for a night in favor of land and was moody toward them. When they weren’t trying to appease the horse, they were able to pass the time with their new books and trying to learn each other’s language. Théadan seemed to pick up on reading Khluri more easily than Navia could and she had just enough of a competitive streak in her to be a little put out by it. He had an advantage though, in her opinion. He had learned the common tongue along with or after Mes’Mo’Tan, so he could easily read languages from right to left or left to right. She still struggled with that and how Mes’Mo’Tanians ordered words differently from the Khluri language.<br/><br/>Of course, there was also the exploration of the ship that Navia had promised. When their small cabin proved to be too constricting or they had come down from spending time watching the waves go by from the top deck, she would lead Théadan into a quick exploratory session that always ended with them tucked into some random corner, expelling a bit of the passion they had for each other. It was what she had done when the shouts from the ship’s main deck trickled down to the cargo deck. Having pushed Théadan up against the wooden wall hidden behind some of the crates, Navia was at first unwilling to pull her lips from his to try to figure out what the yelling was about. Théadan was gaining back his strength after all, making him all the more alluring to her with the knowledge they could end up back to their more physical ways and far more important than whatever the sailors above them were carrying on about. Seeking out his tongue was more exciting, sliding her hands under his shirt to enjoy the warmth of his skin more important…until the words finally clicked in her mind.<i>Sitvati…timi</i>…<br/><br/>With a gasp, Navia broke the eager kiss, her hands tightening at Théadan’s sides as she turned to look toward the stairs leading up to the main deck as if it would help her hear better. She heard it again though, heard Risho's voice above others to tell her to come up, and looked back to Théadan with a bright smile, near black eyes filling with a different type of excitement, “They’ve spotted whales.”