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by Tweyelite
The morning was bright, as the dew had only recently settled upon the grassy fields. Xena and Gabrielle were atop their horses and on their way, to where? Neither knew. It didn’t seem to matter, wherever they went there was good to be done. The gravel crunched loudly under their horse’s hooves as both women basked in the glow of the morning sunrise. Gabrielle, usually the chattier of the two women was silent this particular morning. Neither woman seemed to want to break the silence and end the perfect moment of the morning. Gabrielle’s eyes that had previously been riveted on the breaking of a new day suddenly turned to languidly glance at Xena. Her hair, as dark as night, and as smooth as satin, blew lightly in the chilled breeze. The sunlight shone brilliantly on her cheek and hair. Xena closed her eyes and smiled serenely. More and more lighthearted she was becoming; her bard had made her so. She inhaled the light earthy scent of the air and then turned in her saddle to look at her soul mate. A shudder coursed down Gabrielle’s spine as she witnessed her love in all her glory. She then watched as Xena looked at her with her stunning blue eyes and smiled a smile reserved only for her. Gabrielle smiled back showing all the love she held in her heart in one look. Xena had caught Gabrielle staring at her, she had felt her looking even with her eyes closed. Xena felt her heart overflow with joy, as it always did when she looked at her best friend, her soul, her redemption, her everything. No words needed to be said, no thoughts to be shared, other than the smile each gave to one another freely. Their purity of heart born between them with love and trust had cleansed them of their sins. Their past wrapped them together as tightly as the binding on Gabrielle’s scrolls. Sudden clarity of thought came to Gabrielle. This morning was parallel to their relationship. Neither wanting to disturb the perfection and peace, though each knew it was inevitable. They were the morning. Bright, clean, untouched, and peaceful. But the morning does not last forever, and neither does the peace. Finally Gabrielle broke the silence. "Xena," Gabrielle began, Xena looked to her in response.
"We are the morning. But it doesn’t last; soon the sun will be overhead and shining hot over us. We’ve been putting off the day for too long."
Some would think Xena was not good with words because she is a warrior. Nothing could be farther from the truth, she was a politician when needed and she knew her bards’ heart as well as she knew her own and understood the meaning within the statement.
"Greet the day with me Gabrielle?" Xena asked, speaking her first words.
"Always." Gabrielle replied sincerely.
