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A shadow carefully balanced high above stared down at the unfamiliar landscape below. It was not often that Altair found himself…… elsewhere. While the change of scenery was a bit jarring it wasn’t wholly unwelcome from the usual. Though how his subconscious found this place is another problem entirely. Whatever uh, here was at least the structures were still easily scaled.
Traversing the sprawling buildings was another story. Altair had no clue where he was located, and had no inclination to go ask. So finding anything as really a struggle. Nothing here was the world he knew.
At least they still had hay.
Mentally marking more on his still incomplete map, he carefully scanned the ground before launching himself from his perch. The light sound of his body throwing some pieces of straw into the air was the only giveaway of his presence. Rolling out Altair dusted himself off and started towards the wall ahead. Scaling to the roof, he set off to find the next relatively high location. He really needed a better understanding of the area to feel at all comfortable.
There was a sort of peace he found in navigating the rooftops. At times, he could almost hear his brother’s voice, egging him on to run faster. Although, that feeling was very different from that of racing against the various thieves who challenged him. Those challenges were more so about showing off, though wasn’t that exactly what he and Federico had been doing back then?
With a sigh, he pulled himself onto the roof of a building. Nothing would come of thinking like this, he needed to focus. Focus on what exactly, he wasn’t sure. Ezio checked his surroundings, wondering if there was something nearby he could just throw himself into and ignore everything else.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something... someone falling, no leaping from a building. It was almost as if he was watching himself and for a moment, he believed he had simply imagined it. But he watched as the figure continued on, keeping them in his sight. As the figure reached a nearby roof, he began to think his imagination may have been closer to a hallucination. Because... he recognized the figure. How could he not? He had spent years studying the Brotherhood in Monterrigioni, and of course, he was well familiar with the large statue in his family’s villa.
“Altaïr! Aspetta!”
It might not have been the best idea, but he ran towards the other assassin, only to end up falling slightly short as he jumped. Ezio reached for something to grab onto, but he fell regardless. What a great first impression.
