Chapter 4- I go shopping with three giant leaves
CN: By the way if you don't believe in anything extremely surreal you should probably stop reading now especially if you cant overlook certain things that can only be explained by the magically surreal magic. But I stopped believing in the word surreal when a certain three magical entities ruined my window…
I woke to loud knocks on the window and I looked out to see Eragon and Arya balancing precariously on Saphira's back. "What are you doing? Someone will see you," I hissed.
"I put an invisibility spell on us so only you can see what we really are. Only I forgot the spell for total invisibility so I had to use one that made us look like really big leaves," admitted Eragon.
"Right. Today we're going shopping," I informed them.
"What for?" asked Saphira suspiciously.
"Well you need food and I need to figure out a plan," I answered. Quickly I got dressed and ate some cereal. "Mum, I'm going out with my friends. I'll be back at 5."
"OK," came the reply.
"Right, we're getting the bus into town but we only have one problem," I said. "What?" asked Arya.
"No money," I replied.
"I can fix that," said Eragon. "Dangr monda." Suddenly three fifty pound notes appeared in my hand. "Cool," I exclaimed. "But I'm going to have a bit of trouble giving this in on the bus."
"Right." Another five pound note appeared in my hand.
"Great. I've got an idea. Is your size an illusion?" I asked.
"Yes," replied Saphira.
"So I could fit you in my pocket then?"
"Yes."
"Hop in then." As we walked down the road I told them my plan. "So, you need clothes too and I need to get away from the stiflingly boring house due to the fact that it's the summer holidays so were going to the Retail Park."
"The whatty?" asked Eragon looking more confused than ever.
"It's a big shopping place. So when we go in a shop I'll show you a piece of clothing and you'll say if you like it or not and if you give the wrong answer you're getting it anyway."
"Kind of like our own personal stylist," giggled Arya. We all looked at the usually so impassive, cold elf who was now looking back at us in annoyance. "What? So now I'm not allowed to make jokes?" she asked angrily.
"No ones stopping you," I said.
Then Eragon muttered under his breath, "We're just not used to it." I looked at them curiously then decided to ask later.
Then Saphira asked, "What's 'summer holidays'?"
"Tell you later," I said quickly, not really wanting to appear as the mad person who talks to the leaves in her pocket on the bus.
10 minutes later…
"We're here," I announced. "OK, we're going in there and there and there…" I told them.
3 hours later…
"My head hurts," moaned Eragon.
"I don't know what you're moaning about, I had to spend the last 3 hours with a boy who has NO fashion sense, a dragon who has no idea what trainers are and an elf who wanted the entire store," I said trying not to laugh at the indignant expressions of all three of my fashion faux pas friends. A few minutes later we had transformed all the clothes we bought into Alagaesia style clothes; I even got my own tunic, leggings and boots. Now we were kitted out we just had to get our lives sorted out…