"Sounds good. We need to make sure nobody sees us landing." Ron's skin was somewhat damp from the moisture in the air, causing her hair to stick to her cheeks and the back of her neck. She brushed a few strands away from her face for what seemed the hundredth time in the last five minutes. "Heading south seems like the best idea. I can't stand the cold." She turned a bit so she was flying in the right direction. "We should see a town or city soon, once we get out of the mountains. They're not exactly hard to find on flat terrain. Do you want to stop for supplies when we see one, or wait until we run out of fruit?"