Another Place, Another Time (Page 4)
by Andreya
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Gabrielle shook her head.
"Doesn't the fact that you're willing to change count for anything?"
She sniffed abruptly.
Xena sighed. Things were getting too complicated for her so she changed the subject.
"What are you going to do now, go back to Potidaea?"
"I don't know."
Gabrielle sniffed again. The loss of her family, pushed out of her mind by more recent events, came flooding back.
"With my family gone, there would be no point in my going back."
A tear squeezed itself from the corner of her eye. She brushed it away quickly and stared down at her feet.
"Gabrielle, are you OK?"
Xena placed a tentative hand on the girls arm; it had been a long time since she felt the need to console. A thought was forming itself in her mind.
"Yeah," Gabrielle sniffed again then sat up and with a forced briskness said. "Of course I could always earn a few dinars telling stories. I love stories and this will make a great one."
She looked slyly across at the Warrior Princess.
"On the other hand, as you're so bent on a road to redemption, maybe I should tag along, just to keep you on the right track?"
"Gabrielle, I don't want to raise your hopes, but maybe your family are OK. I mean you didn't actually see them killed, maybe they've been taken as slaves."
Gabrielle's eyes lit up at the notion.
Xena stood in thought at the mouth of the cave, tall and proud and strong once more, a light breeze playing through strands of her hair and the reins of her horse resting in her hand. She breathed deeply the fresh mountain air.
Gabrielle had cleansed her wounds of the gore and her body of the grime of battle but she had also unwittingly rid her mind of its overwhelming desire for Ares. Something deep within the warrior's being recognised this simple gesture of friendship. She intended to take up the offer of company on the road. She knew that road would not be easy for her but she had already taken two small steps. For one, she had just promised Gabrielle that she would help find out what happened to her family and the other, hadn't she told her that she wasn't going to eat her - at least not yet.
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