Room 218, Friday Afternoon
After a little time spent wandering around the club fair, Gabrielle retreated back to her room for what had become her daily routine of yoga and meditation. Well, all right, she'd actually had a yoga session this morning, but her continued inability to clear her mind completely was beginning to frustrate her.
. . . this was probably counterproductive, then, pushing herself harder to get to that point, but by the gods she was going to try anyway.
Therefore another hour of yoga, followed by sprinkling incense over lit charcoal in a brazier (and she missed Xena's half-playful, half-genuine grumbling about the smell every time) and getting comfortable on the floor to try that meditation thing again. She'd get the hang of this eventually. She would.
[OOC: Door cracked, post open, trying to sort of get this girl out more and all that, woo.]
. . . this was probably counterproductive, then, pushing herself harder to get to that point, but by the gods she was going to try anyway.
Therefore another hour of yoga, followed by sprinkling incense over lit charcoal in a brazier (and she missed Xena's half-playful, half-genuine grumbling about the smell every time) and getting comfortable on the floor to try that meditation thing again. She'd get the hang of this eventually. She would.
[OOC: Door cracked, post open, trying to sort of get this girl out more and all that, woo.]