Deila easily kept up with the heavy cart pulled by a single creature. She had turned to ask Das something but he was busy and she quickly averted her gaze. She continued to walk along the cart looking at the sun and feeling the heat from the ground. She had never had to endure this kind of weather before. For the first time in a long time she was tempted to create some clouds. The shaman had another draught of water pouring some on her head. She was grateful for the cart carrying her armor. "I must endure this to be stronger." She thought, "Endurance..." The shaman pulled some hair from the cloak she wore and caught up to the beast pulling the cart. In a whisper she spoke the words. She felt the energy coming up from her feet climbing into her chest and when it got to her hand she touched the animals skin. The endurance spell should help him withstand this heat and pull the cart. 

The cart was made of wood. This also gave her an idea. Deila took the last of her water and spoke the words. As she chanted the words usually meant as a defensive Spell she poured the water on the edge of the cart and continued to chant. The wood grew into a canopy of vines that reached to the sky and curved inward for both her companions in the cart and the animal. Since it was not solid it grew leaves to cover the cracks turning the cart into a covered wagon. Keeping the sun out. The shamans last gift was to herself she took off her cloak and put it inside the cart.