Roma. It was larger than she had imagined. The architecture was absolutely magnificent, beautiful in its own way. There were so many people here, more than she'd ever seen in Firenze. This was going to take longer than she though as well. So much city…so little time. First of all, what would she say to him? ' Ciao!(Hello!) How have you been the last twenty three years? ' No that would just seem cruel and as if she had no heart. Either way, she needed to think of something to say and fast, even though it seemed like it would take forever to find him. He was rather elusive.. But first of all she needed a temporary place to stay while she looked for him.
She had never seen so many buildings and not one of them an Inn. Didn't a big city such as Roma have Inns for travelers? After about three straight hours of searching, she finally found an Inn. It was run down looking and had a sneaking aura about it. Alessendra narrowed her eyes at the building as she dismounted her horse and walked up the stone steps. When she opened the door, she couldn't believe her eyes. It was chock full of thieves. She blinked a few times to rid herself of the shock and then proceeded to rent a room. They were oddly nice for thieves and it raised some suspicion in the female, but she went on her way anyways. She made it into her room without trouble. For an inn run by thieves..that was odd. She looked both ways down the corridor before moving to unlock her door. She missed the key hole at first and that simple tap made the door creak open. She slowly walked in, being sure to not alert anyone that might be lurking in the dark. So far there seemed to be no disturbances within the room. She searched high and low, making sure there wasn't anyone hiding or any weapons that may have been placed for an ambush, but found nothing.
After she had hid all of her things that were worth some value in places that not even thieves would look, she left to explore the city. She didn't want to raise suspicion on her first day in Roma so she stayed on ground level. Or at least that's what she told herself, but deep down she didn't take to the rooftops in fear of seeing him. She instantly went to a blacksmith and purchased herself a much better sword and fixed the small bit of armor she actually wore. She thanked the store owner, "Arrivederci, amico."(Goodbye, friend.) She said to the man and he bowed to her as she walked away. So far she hadn't had a run in with him, but she liked that idea, somewhat.
The next few days were uneventful other than the occasional mishaps with guards. She had fun with them though. They were so clueless when a woman attacked them. Today was especially exhilarating, there were about five agile guards and two brutes. These agiles were quicker than the ones in Firenze, which threw her off her game a little. She had to block more than usual with them but she finished them off otherwise. She turned her hazel eyes to the large brutes. Their armor was better than the ones in Firenze, Venezia, Forli and Tuscany put together. One charged, the small, white hairs along her neck and back rose, her muscles tensed, gripping the long sword better as she braced her small frame for the impact, but nothing came, her vision was suddenly shrouded by white and silver. She let her eyes focus on what exactly was obstructing her view of the guard. Designs suddenly appeared in the white, the silver turning out to be the designs and armor, a few leather straps that clearly held weapons, a solid white cape and a crossbow jutting out towards her. An answer quickly added up in her head, someone had saved her, even though she stubbornly thought that she didn't need any. When the body moved, the guards were dead, fueling the diminutive vixen's anger. Her eyes quickly shot up at the person that had the audacity to interrupt her fight. She was ready to give the man a tongue lashing but he caught her off guard...with a hug? She stood frozen in his arms, her mind completely at a loss of words. "Alessendra! Where have you been? "His voice rang in her ears, echoing in her mind. It was him. HE had found her. This isn't how it was supposed to happen; she was the one that was supposed to find him! She just looked at him, unsure of what to say. Anger and happiness mixed within her entire body. She breathed in deeply, his face was aged. He was older and more mature than the last time she had seen him. Was he taller? Yes, definitely taller. She looked up at the charming smile that had always left her star-craving mad. She didn't know what to say, should she smile back or stay frozen? A little voice in the back of her head suddenly spoke up, "Remember, he left you." With just those few words of encouragement, anger filled her entire mind and rushed through her veins. She pushed back against him with the new bout of adrenaline fueled by rage and chunked her gloved fist against his armored chest, shouting as she stalked off, "Stronzo!" (Fucker!)