1673 Learning
Ning sat at the front, directing the two horses as they moved away from the city. Instead of moving west toward the empire, they began making their way south, toward the kingdom of Lenes.
The soft breeze blew from the east during the evening as the sun began setting to their right at the west.
Shara lay on the cart in the back, with soft linen covering it with an arc. It was no carriage, but this would do just fine to keep off rain and cold during the night.
"We should find a place to stop for the night," Ning said. "I don't know the extent of how much these horses can be pushed, and they need to sleep too."
"You've steered horse-drawn carts before?" Shara asked.
"Yeah, my mother was a trader when she was young, so she and I would go to the fair every few weeks to sell garlic we grew in our home," Ning said. "She taught me how to take care of the horses during that time."
Ning felt weird saying all that. It was a lie that he spoke, but it was also not a lie. These were his memories from when he grew up on a farm within this world.
His father had died long ago, and his mother had passed away more recently. It was a weird feeling getting emotional by something that you knew wasn't real but felt so deeply connected to it.
He could feel his eyes tearing up.
Ning reached into his Inventory pulled out the Ever Filled Bottle, and began drinking from it directly. He could feel the weight of the bottle dropping as he drank.
There was only so much water the bottle could hold. He handed it over to Shara, but Shara didn't want to drink.
Ning put the cap back on, screwing it tightly. The weight returned when he closed it. The bottle was full again. If he wanted to drink more, it would bring out more water. After drinking from the leather pouch and how mucky the water tasted, he had decided to get it. A fresh set of water was something that everyone needed to get anyway.
"Do you know where we need to go though?" Shara asked. "The path to Lenes could be completely different from what we are taking."
Shara poked the fire with a stick absentmindedly as a lot of things seemed to go around her head at the moment.
Ning said nothing and just relaxed as well. He didn't need to be on guard at every moment. It wasn't good for him.
Shara didn't do anything else for a while, but then she suddenly got up and walked over to the cart.
"You're going to sleep?" he asked. "You need to eat before you sleep."
"No, I'm not sleeping," Shara said and pulled something out from the back of the cart. She brought it to the fire and Ning saw what it was. His Spear.
"Why did you—"
"Teach me," Shara said. "Please. I want to be able to protect myself. And... I also don't want to be a burden upon you."
"Alright," Ning said, standing up to walk over to her. He grabbed the spear and took it away from her hand.
"It might sound counterintuitive, but to learn the Spear, you must first know how to use the spear," Ning said.
"Huh?" Shara didn't understand the words.
Ning moved the spear around. "The spear is not as bad as a sword when it comes to potentially hurting yourself, but it is still a problem that needs to be thought of."
"So, before I can teach you how to fight with a spear, I must first teach you how to use it," Ning said. "Or more specifically, I need to teach you how to not hurt yourself which using one."