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Disclaimer: All of this world and some of its character belongs to Christopher Paolini, the stuff you don't recognize is mine:D
Chapter 3
After having successfully dug her pack out of the dirt on the far side of the garden Chris and Ronny went their separate ways. Chris back to chores and Ronny back too her room to gather her things that she would take to the cove. Her parents wouldn't mss her so she could spend all her time with the baby dragon. Carefully placing each item that her father had given her into her pack as well as a very beautiful and thick handkerchief with an RT initialed into the corner, she then snuck into the kitchen and stole the large leg of lamb they were to have that night at dinner. She also grabbed some more food and a larger box to store the provisions in. Running back upstairs she snuck into her brother's room without awaking him and grabbed three pairs of his old breeches and four of his older, more worn shirts. He might have been younger then she was by two years but she could easily fit into his old clothes. With everything she would need in her sack she left the house with a note to her parents attached to their breakfast trays.
Running through the streets with a large sack on her back was no easy task for now they were far more crowded with merchants and shoppers. Sliding through the crowds she saw a man in a hooded cloak running by as fast as she was with several guards of the kings running after him. Her heart stopped. They couldn't be here looking for her already. She had decided the night before that she would never serve Galbaotix and would try to find the Varden and help their cause. They couldn't no that a dragon egg had hatched for her! No, be calm Ronny, their chasing him, not you. They can't possibly know! Still being nervous she ran into an alley and ducked behind a seller's cart. Sending a picture of where she was at to her dragon and telling him to stay she waited for the soldiers to pass. It was only after that she realized she could talk to her dragon from far away. Digging through her pockets she found a pair of gloves and put them on to hide the white mark on her palm.
It took longer than she thought however, for the mysterious cloaked figure seemed to disappear into thin air. For a moment Ronny thought it was magic then in the next second she changed her mind. The only person in Terim who could use magic was Angela the witch and that person was far too large to be her. Smiling to herself she thought about Angela. She had met her when she ran away from home when she was twelve. The witch was pleasantly surprised to find Ronny in her shop and they had tea together and discussed Ronny's tears. The cat Solenbum wandered around and Ronny could swear she thought he talked.
Exiting the alley she walked calmly to the beach and stripped down, yet again to her white under dress that was still slightly damp from earlier. Putting her clothes into the water proof bag she secured the pack tightly onto her shoulders to make sure it didn't fall off on her journey.
Sliding into the water she shivered slightly at the freezing temperature. Sending another mental image that she was coming to the brown dragon she started to swim. Climbing out of the water on to the beach she could feel the dragon's pleasure at the sight of her and heard the galloping foot steps tearing towards her. She smiled as it stopped right in front and Ronny could have sworn the large baby was smiling at her.