Ember was in a good mood. The breeze was cool and crisp, the sunshine warm, and the lovely scent of the grassland before them made her feel relaxed. Erlos told her that the vast meadows before them marked the boundary between two territories; they had just crossed the land of the witches and were about to enter the Forest of the Elves.
As they neared a river, she recognized this was the same river where Erlos had fished before.
"Erlos?"
"Yes, Miss?"
"If I remember correctly, from this river to Honeyharbor, didn't we take more than two hours? But it's only been roughly an hour since we left? Does this mean we already covered half the distance we need to travel?"
"Miss, it's all thanks to you. You can ride a horse really well now. Because of that, we could cross this distance faster than before," Erlos praised.
She offered him a pleasant smile. "No, it's thanks to you, Erlos. It's because you have taught me well."
