Navia was probably right, Théadan figured as Wyndagar continued to give off the impression of impatience, his hooves just itching to move. He looked as though he was ready to go for a run at any given opportunity, for his sake Théadan decided it should be one of his priorities just to let his poor horse properly stretch his legs after being confined down in the ship for so long, he had more than earned it. With Wyn settled back in his stall though, Théadan was following Navia up the stairs and towards the main deck. The sound of all the sailors hard at work grew louder as they emerged on to the top deck, greeted by the sailors who were rigging sails and tying ropes, all at the command of Risho who looked to have everything well under his control.<br/><br/>His lover's hand was grasping his to guide him over to the left side of the ship, Théadan just barely had time to notice the other Khluri vessels also sailing close by. Some simple fishing vessels throwing netting overboard, and others merchant vessels much like Risho's. Navia was far more interested in the land adjacent the ship, he could sense the excitement that built was building within her, how pleased she was to lay eyes on her homeland once more. She leaned up against the wooden beam, sighing her satisfaction. She looked so pleased and relaxed, without a single worry to ruin this moment for her. It was exactly as it should be, as he had hoped it would be for her. Théadan took a similar stance to her, brushing his arm against hers as he rested his elbows on the beam to observe the same sight Navia saw. Green foiliage, small mountains, and towering rocks that stood unwavering before the sea, likely not a place for big ships to try and head to shore, but still pretty nonetheless.<br/><br/>She pointed towards where the coast seemingly ended up ahead, suggesting it would be a cove with perhaps a beach. Théadan watched and waited, curious to see if her prediction would be right, and sure enough as the ship passed the rocky opening, there was the cove with the beach, along with palm trees, canoe's and their Khluri owners, along with a handful of children playing so carefree. As it disappeared from their view Théadan couldn't help but think how even that small scene was something he would never have seen in Mes'Mo'Tan, the waters of Mes'Mo'Tan were far too cold for children to play around, and the beaches were more stones and pebbles than sand.<br/><br/>Navia asked him what he had thought of Khlurios when he had first come to the country, his brow furrowed a little as he tried to remember the period of time when he had first crossed into Khluri borders, riding atop Wyndagar, with the Mes'Mo'Tanian army at his back. He could recall looking up to the sky and having to shield the sun with his hand. "That it was so very bright." He said with a small chuckle. It had hurt at first, his eyes didn't feel used to how bright the world could be. "That was the first thing I thought, the sun just seems more intense here, and only lets up come dusk." Throughout the journey the sun always seemed to beat down on the troops, rests were required often, and sheltered needed especially when the sun hit its peak. "It used to cause the soldiers all sorts of problems, if they lingered too long in the sun without shade they would end up with red burns on their skin." He had suffered a couple such burns himself just along his cheeks, but it healed fairly quickly without too much irritation. "It was a problem I did not see the Khluri suffering from while I was here."<br/><br/>Théadan thought about his other memories from that period, as they traveled across the countryside and saw more and more of the land, one thing remained consistent. "With more time however, and as I experienced more of your country, I started to notice how colourful everything was." In Mes'Mo'Tan brown and grey always felt like the two main colours, between stone and earth, then white when the snows fell. Yet in Khlurios green was by far the most prominent. "Your plants are so vivid, their flowers bright and deep colours, reds and purples, blues, yellows, all sorts. Your waters all so beautifully crystal clear." It was their waters he had most enjoyed, the fresh water felt so pure, and the natural water sources had always been pleasant to wash in, he even found he could dry off without needing a towel the further south the army had marched. "Even your wildlife was colourful. It's little wonder your culture has so much colour to it too."