At first Navia worried Théadan did not hear her concede to the race, but he was soon slowing down, his arm thrusting into the air victoriously. She couldn’t help but to laugh, it was not often he was so competitive that it was amusing for him to act as so. Even his triumphant laughter was fun for her to hear, even if it was at her expense. At least Théadan allowed them to catch up to him and Wyndagar; Vari was soon sidling up to Wyndagar’s side, seemingly content to trot along with the larger horse after getting a run out of her system. She even nosed at him, then snorted as if she was feigning irritation he had beat her. Navia gave the horse a quick pat as a thank you for trying so hard, but her attention was more on Théadan pointing out he was still undefeated when it came to their races and wagers. Laughing and shrugging, Navia supposed he was right. She would beat him at something eventually though, she had no doubt about that, and when she did, he would have suffer through the same gloating he was bestowing upon her.<br/><br/>The good-natured grin that was on her lips dropped into a frown when Théadan reminded her she would be fanning him to help keep him cool. While it was an innocent enough request in her mind, that he wanted her to do it and was gloating about it caused her obstinacy to flare up. Navia briefly considered refusing while she watched him guide Wyndagar toward the trees lining the road. “You couldn’t have chosen a different prize than this?” Navia grumbled as Théadan pulled down a massive leaf from a tree for her to use. Nose scrunching up when he held it out to her, she considered refusing and using Vari to run from him, but he was just so proud of himself for winning that she could not deny him his spoils as he called them. Slowing Vari to a brisk walk and smiling when Wyndagar matched her pace to keep up with the pearly mare, Navia let the reins sit on the saddle so she could take the leaf with both hands.<br/><br/>“There was a time you would have used a win like this to make my body more appealing to you or perhaps dictate how we’d make love,” her voice feigned disappointment while she spoke, her hands causing the leaf to slowly fan Théadan while he sat on Wyndagar’s back. One of the times she brought the leaf closer to him, she misjudged the distance and it brushed his shoulder, giving her an idea. “You could have had anything just now,” Navia pointed out with an aggrieved sigh, her eyes watching the leaf wave near Théadan, threatening to brush his shoulder again, “Another night with pineapple or the corset…maybe me doing something to you you’ve been fantasizing about…or even me cooking you dinner tonight.” She brought the leaf down closer, but this time it brushed against Théadan’s neck and Navia bit back a smirk, instead pretending it was an accident, “Sorry. As I was saying, I feel like you’ve wasted a good prize…”<br/><br/>Again Navia trailed off to appear hurt, her eyes leaving from watching the leaf slowly move back and forth to fan her lover. She gazed out at the forestry surrounding them before finally speaking, her voice dejected, “Maybe you’ve grown bored with me. Maybe we’ve finally reached that point where all the passion has fizzled out and we’re left with nothing...Sorry, this leaf is heavy.” Again the leaf skimmed against his neck, catching the scruff his beard a little. Of course, she did not actually think their passion for each other was waning; she just had to use his wager against him to torment him a little. To make sure Théadan knew she was kidding, Navia took advantage of what she hoped was disbelief from him that she would insinuate a lack of passion between them. With a devilish grin crossing her pretty bronzed features, she brought the plant up with one hand and smacked him atop the head with it lightly, making sure not to hit too hard and possibly harm him. “Ha ha ha!” Navia laughed mockingly like he had done to her before, her free hand using the reins to guide Vari to the side and put a few feet between her and Théadan in case he tried to make a grab for her after hitting him.