Room 218, Friday Morning
With the usual accoutrements in place -- music, incense, a clear spot on the floor with her back up against the edge of her bed -- Gabrielle closed her eyes and settled in for her regular meditation session.
Today that was proving to be harder than usual, and not due to flashes of Alti's visions as normally obstructed the process. Xena factored into the distracting moments, which was normal, but instead of the snow and freezing winds of the vision there were . . . images of hot tubs. And campfires. And other distinctly warm pursuits.
Gabrielle kept on with the meditation attempts, and she didn't realize she was fidgeting, but she was definitely feeling flushed, and her breathing was getting faster, not slower like it was supposed to be, and . . .
This really wasn't working well at all today, was it?
[OOC: Door cracked, post open, patches of SP possible, the usual. Haaaaaaaaaad to.]
Today that was proving to be harder than usual, and not due to flashes of Alti's visions as normally obstructed the process. Xena factored into the distracting moments, which was normal, but instead of the snow and freezing winds of the vision there were . . . images of hot tubs. And campfires. And other distinctly warm pursuits.
Gabrielle kept on with the meditation attempts, and she didn't realize she was fidgeting, but she was definitely feeling flushed, and her breathing was getting faster, not slower like it was supposed to be, and . . .
This really wasn't working well at all today, was it?
[OOC: Door cracked, post open, patches of SP possible, the usual. Haaaaaaaaaad to.]