"Maestro Ezio!" I cried with some distress. The elder Assassin immediately turned to me, probably expecting irate guards, or at least bracing himself for bad news. Or maybe he was expecting a riot of minstrels, like last time.

However, I had none of those. "Maestro," I breathed again, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I need help with something." It was hard to get the plaintive distress out of my voice, and Eden raised an eyebrow at it. It was unbecoming of an Assassin, I knew, but I was too frustrated to care.

"What is it?" The Maestro asked, as any logical person would.

I didn't really answer him. Instead, I beckoned them with a wave of my hand as I turned and jogged to a little flat-roofed villa. It sat up against a cliff, and had a little garden right up against it.

My horse stared down at us from the roof.

I pointed. "I can't get him down!" The stallion nickered in response.

Ezio and Eden stared. And stared, like the absurd situation wasn't really registering.

Finally, La Maestra burst into laughter, nearly doubling over.

Ezio smiled a little in confusion, giving a small, intrigued, "Huh."

I gave him the puppy dog eyes. "Could you help me get him down? Please?" And I clasped my hands together for good measure, though it was really …well, really unassassin-like. I'm sure I looked absolutely fucking adorable. How the guards were ever afraid of me was anyone's guess.

"How did you even – nevermind, sure, I'll help," Ezio sighed, shaking his head in exasperation and brushing off his sleeves. He strode up to the villa like a man who had seen stranger things.

I smiled widely in relief. "Thank you, messere!"

Eden threw up her hands in either exasperation or just plain confusion, though she still laughed. "How did you do that? Did you like portal him up there or something?"

I blinked. "…Portal?"

"Nevermind."

We watched as Ezio stood on the roof, mussing his hair as he attempted to figure out how to get the horse off of it. Eventually the owner came home, and was greeted with the sight of three stumped assassins. And a horse on his roof.

It was hilarious.

AN: Here, have another chapter to maybe not really make up for months of nothing. Eden still belongs to Lionpawheart, who updates much more regularly than I do and you should go check out her stories because they are just better. Also, this was inspired by a picture on a very amusing Tumblr group called 'Things I Am Not Allowed To Do In The Brotherhood.' ...I feel like I advertise a lot. Oh well.

On a completely unrelated note, I found a store that sells really old video games. They sell Nintendo Genises. I got so excited I squealed. In public. I am not ashamed.