11-26-2014, 02:31 PM
Aurora mentioned her brother out loud. Memories of working with him on the arrows raining from the sky, of a singular one crafted of fire and earth and air that went through a tree. It was memories that had come back, but her brother, his name, his face and his voice, still lost in the empty spaces of her memories. It was depressing, and she missed him greatly. It was an empty space she hadn't known was missing. How could she not know? It made the questions all that much harder.
Sebastian wasn't afraid to experiment, she liked that, but she hoped he'd not get hurt. The power was dangerous. But his stomach growled and Aurora dropped the power when he suggested they go for food. She was starving, breakfast had been good, but the power and the tours had made her hungry again. He suggested Italian, it was as good as any.
They got into his beautiful car, Aurora really couldn't get over it. It was probably more expensive than anything she even owned. It make her wonder what dangerous things Sebastian was into. And really should she keep hanging around.
But she was grateful to him, the place was not someplace someone would come looking for her, and it held so much potential. The ability to help others, to learn more with in the confines of the city. It could be a good place to live, but her concern for her brother was becoming crushing. Where was he? Was he on that plane? Did he die? Was he this mysterious man? She knew without a doubt she had to see him, had to talk to this voice on the phone.
They rode in near silence, Aurora lost in her thoughts until they pulled up to a brick building with Salvatore's written in the window. It looked quaint, she could smell the wonders it held inside when a pair of elderly men left, she heard boisterous laughing inside and smiled as she shut the door of the car carefully. "Smells fabulous."
Inside was warm, the smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the room, she could smell the garlic and onions from nearly every dish. It was like walking into someplace she'd dreamed of. She'd never been to Italy or Paris, or anything famous like that, the closest Aurora had ever come to was New York City with her family. She remembered dinning at pizzeria and nearly succumbing to a coma because of the feigned authenticity of it all. But this, this was what she imagined Italy to feel like. It was not stereotypical America Italian cuisine, it was real. The owner spoke to someone leaving in Italian, his accent made Aurora smile.
He came to them, they were next in line. "Buongiorno" He was not the slightly plump Italian you'd see on the pizzeria signs all over the US, he was tall and thin, his hair was graying at the edges. He had a smile that made Aurora grin, he was happy and polite. He took her jacket from her and Sebastian's too. The girl who ushered them to their seats was nearly as tall as he was. It was quintessential Italy, Aurora was in heaven.
Aurora looked at the menu and couldn't decide what to have. She looked to Sebastian, and back to the menu. By the time the waitress came to take their order she still had no idea, she grinned up at the woman. "Have the chef surprise me. I can't decide."
The waitress smiled back almost in glee. "Our chef shall be most pleased to hear you say that."
Aurora smiled back. The request must be rare, or he truly loved to make people whatever he was in the mood for. After Sebastian ordered she grinned at him when the waitress left. "I love this place."
Sebastian wasn't afraid to experiment, she liked that, but she hoped he'd not get hurt. The power was dangerous. But his stomach growled and Aurora dropped the power when he suggested they go for food. She was starving, breakfast had been good, but the power and the tours had made her hungry again. He suggested Italian, it was as good as any.
They got into his beautiful car, Aurora really couldn't get over it. It was probably more expensive than anything she even owned. It make her wonder what dangerous things Sebastian was into. And really should she keep hanging around.
But she was grateful to him, the place was not someplace someone would come looking for her, and it held so much potential. The ability to help others, to learn more with in the confines of the city. It could be a good place to live, but her concern for her brother was becoming crushing. Where was he? Was he on that plane? Did he die? Was he this mysterious man? She knew without a doubt she had to see him, had to talk to this voice on the phone.
They rode in near silence, Aurora lost in her thoughts until they pulled up to a brick building with Salvatore's written in the window. It looked quaint, she could smell the wonders it held inside when a pair of elderly men left, she heard boisterous laughing inside and smiled as she shut the door of the car carefully. "Smells fabulous."
Inside was warm, the smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the room, she could smell the garlic and onions from nearly every dish. It was like walking into someplace she'd dreamed of. She'd never been to Italy or Paris, or anything famous like that, the closest Aurora had ever come to was New York City with her family. She remembered dinning at pizzeria and nearly succumbing to a coma because of the feigned authenticity of it all. But this, this was what she imagined Italy to feel like. It was not stereotypical America Italian cuisine, it was real. The owner spoke to someone leaving in Italian, his accent made Aurora smile.
He came to them, they were next in line. "Buongiorno" He was not the slightly plump Italian you'd see on the pizzeria signs all over the US, he was tall and thin, his hair was graying at the edges. He had a smile that made Aurora grin, he was happy and polite. He took her jacket from her and Sebastian's too. The girl who ushered them to their seats was nearly as tall as he was. It was quintessential Italy, Aurora was in heaven.
Aurora looked at the menu and couldn't decide what to have. She looked to Sebastian, and back to the menu. By the time the waitress came to take their order she still had no idea, she grinned up at the woman. "Have the chef surprise me. I can't decide."
The waitress smiled back almost in glee. "Our chef shall be most pleased to hear you say that."
Aurora smiled back. The request must be rare, or he truly loved to make people whatever he was in the mood for. After Sebastian ordered she grinned at him when the waitress left. "I love this place."