My Warrior ~ My Bard
A Story of Longing, Love, and Hope
Gabrielle gazed intently at the impossibly tanned, tall, woman in front of her. Xena was practicing with her sword...As if she needed any practice! Gabrielle thought admiringly. Hercules was half-God, and Xena could kick his ass! Come to think of it, Ares was ALL God, and Xena could kick his ass too!
Gabrielle chuckled. Maybe she would write a story about that another time, maybe even a song. For now, she was content to sit here, drinking in every swish of the warrior woman's long dark hair, studying every flex of muscle, with the excuse that she needed 'inspiration' for her next story. Ha! Gabrielle shook her head, As if just being near Xena wasn't enough inspiration for a thousand stories!
Gabrielle picked up an empty scroll, and, watching as Xena's blade sang across the empty air, began to write, slowly at first, then picking up speed until her brush was flying across the page, stopping only to glance up at Xena, and smile.