Find me then
She was wearing a pair of denim shorts with a shirt that had a picture of a cartoon wizard on it, with sunglasses adorning her face, her hair tied into a single tail. He was wearing sandals and khaki shorts with a button-up shirt and sunglasses. “By the way, Lorea, I've been meaning to ask you if you're ok, you look dead tired all the time.” he scratched the back of his head and said, “yea im fine, nothing wrong, just used to all the traveling.” She scratched her chin and said, “Well, if you say you're ok ill trust you cmon lets go. The tour guide said there was a good restaurant around here. I wanna try pasta.” She turned and grabbed his hand, smiling at him, intending to pull him along, running through the crowds. He fell back onto the floor, his vision flashed a smiling elf in a sundress pulling him through a street, and he backed up against the side of a building, breathing rapidly, tears streaming from his eyes. He closed them and opened them again. Senarre stood in front of him, a concerned look on her face. “You ok? I was trying to grab you so we wouldn't get separated in the crowds, and then you fell backwards and scrambled up against the wall.” He slowly slowed his breath and said, “Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, just hungry is all.” She extended her arm to pull him up, and then they continued walking towards the restaurant. They arrived at the stand and waited to be seated.
They were sitting at the table, and a waiter came by and set down a bottle on the table. Senarre said, “We didn't order wine.” The waiter said back to her, “Per gli sposi.” She looked at the confused “What?” The waiter smiled and said, “How may I take your order?” She looked up from the menu and said, “I'll take the shrimp alfredo.” The waiter turned to Rosario and said, “How about for the gentleman?” He looked up with dreadful bags under his eyes. “I'll have the Insalata caprese.” They ate quickly and quietly and left shortly after. Outside of the restaurant, Senarre asked him, “wanna check out a market?” He looked up to her through tired eyes and said, “yea sure sounds fun,” putting on an enthusiastic tone.
Heading to an open-air market that peddled all sorts of goods, they stopped to see a side show, a man dancing with swords, one in each hand. Rosario blinked when he opened his eyes. He found himself in a city square, lit by fire, the sounds of swords clashing and battle cries filled the air, men with swords rushed in, an elven woman placed her hand on his shoulder and shouted, “Their lines are breaking. This is their final attempt, force them back into the sea!” she drew her sword an ornamental blade with a motif of flames on its blade she ran her hand down its spine and wreathed it in pure white flames she held his hand and his own sword of black stones was wreathed in white fire she looked him in the eyes “ive got your back” she said to him a terrible distorted voice called out “betrayer of my brother” Rosario found himself on his knees tears streaming down his face throwing up in a decorative planter Senarre's hand on his shoulder “you dont look too hot i think we should take you to a doctor” the acidity from the vinegar from his salad filled his mouth between ragged breaths he said “no im fi-” he began throwing up again Senarre knelt to look at him. He stopped throwing up, and she helped him onto a park bench. “Look, I think we should take you to a doctor or something because you've been like this ever since you woke up after the whole thing with the castle.” He waved his hand, “No, no im fine, just need a minute to catch my breath, is all.” She frowned at him and said, “Look, we've been working together for a couple of weeks. I'd even like to call you my friend if you'd let me. Granted, I'm not sure how the whole friend thing works. I've never really done it, but still I consider you to be special to me, and I don't want you to feel sick because.” She paused and thought for a second, “we can't solve your thing with house Lorea if you're sick, so you need to get better, ok promise me you'll seek help if your not better by tomorrow” He said back weakly “I promise” she said “I can't hear you” and extended out her pinky “Promise” He took her pinky finger and crossed it with his “I promise”
The pair sat on the park bench for a while, Rosario resting his head on her shoulder. “You feeling better, Ros-Lorea?” he didn't respond. She turned to look at him. He was asleep, unstirring, and she tapped his shoulder. He didn't respond, “well if you're that asleep lets go back to the inn then.” She pulled him onto her back, still sleeping, and she carried him through the streets back to the inn. He slept as if he hadn't in days she talked to herself, hoping he heard in his sleep, “You gotta get better, I wanna go to a weapon smith, we can go together, maybe you can help me pick out something new? I'm not sure if your style is compatible with two swords, but maybe we can get you a second one, or maybe we can go shopping for clothes again, rather than wearing whatever we could buy at a budget store in the workshop district. Maybe we can use the kitchen in the house Kian rented for everyone. You still owe me some crustacean cakes,” she opened the door to the house and walked in. There was a central open-air courtyard with 6 doors, each leading to a bedroom, with a 7th door leading to a kitchen. She knew she was talking to herself. She said, “I still can't believe Kian was able to rent this place for us for less than 15k a week.” She walked over to a room nestled next to the door to the kitchen and opened the door. Inside was a bed with a desk up against the wall. She laid him down gently on the bed and proceeded to walk out of the room.
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He shot up, breathing fast, tears streaming down his face, his hand over his chest, feeling for a wound that wasn't there. “You ok?” a voice came from the side of the bed. She was sitting on the ground, leaning against the bed. He caught his breath, wiping the tears from his face. He turned to look at her. She turned back to look at him. She had his sword in her hands, spinning it on the ground by the pommel. “I'm not gonna keep asking you if you're ok, by the way, because clearly you’re not, so now I'm gonna ask you another question, what's wrong?” She climbed up to sit on the side of the bed, waiting for his answer. He cleared his throat, “I-i don't know, I-i get flashes in my vision sometimes, nightmares when I sleep, when I sleep it's always the same one at the end of the dream it ends the same every time I get run through with a sword, a pale-eyed woman standing in front of me i cant see her face just those eyes.” she shifted on the bed “What about the visions ?” He wiped his forehead again. “They're never the same; it can be anything that triggers them. Like when you tried to take my hand the moment my fingers touched yours, I got an image of an elf in a sundress smiling at me, felt like I got punched in the stomach, or when we were at the market, I saw that guy doing the act with the swords. I saw her again. We were in a city, and there were soldiers there; it was like she was leading an army or something. She told me she had my back, and she smiled at me. She touched my shoulder, and the sword in my hand lit up with white fire. Every time it hurts, she appears every time. For the most part, it hurts so badly in my heart, lungs, and stomach, it feels like I can't breathe, like drowning, like I'm dying.” Senarre leaned over and hugged him. She told him, “It's ok, let's go see the doctor tomorrow, maybe she can help you, maybe she's got some healing magic that can help or something, but in the meantime I'll stand guard she tapped her waist, a metal ding from the steel of her weapon, I've got you, so go to sleep or at least try to well sort this out properly in the morning”
He slept; the woman didn't appear in his dream this time. He saw flashes of visions, a field of flowers, a man lying in the center, soft whimpers like crying, and another flashed the man sitting on a throne of black glass, his face hidden by his hands. The sensation in the air was heavy and piercing, like someone driving needles into the skin. A voice, called out that of a woman, “Find me then.”
He was lying on his side, and he opened his eyes to his surprise. Senarre was sleeping there, her hand still resting over her waistline where her weapon was hidden. He moved to wipe the tears from his eyes, the routine he'd managed for the past few days. He was surprised to find none. He realized his breathing was regular, nothing hurt, no pain. He sat up in the bed, the motion caused Senarre to stir awake, she said, rubbing her eyes, “You sleep?” she said. He shook his head, “yeah somewhat.” He rolled off the bed onto his feet. “I feel better, but I did promise you I'd see a doctor, so let's go.” She rolled out of the bed and laid her hand on his shoulder, smiling and said, “Thank you, let's go.”