Gabrielle had spent plenty of time in stables in her time. Crashing for the night, usually, although there were a number of fanservicey hurt/comfort incidents that involved recuperating from severe injuries (or, you know, dying of poison that one time), and the time in Britannia that -- no. Just no. Also there had been that one day in the town with the feuding families (and the rapiers -- who in the ancient world had swords that skinny?) that Xena had lived through over and over until she figured out how to stop the entire feud and save the star-crossed young lovers from the rival houses all with a single throw of her chakram, but Gabrielle only remembered living through it once.

Anyway.

Back to the point, spending a lot of time in stables was hardly new to her, though these days she did it to spend time with Baru. Faramir's horse seemed much more amenable to listening to her stories than Xena's horse Argo ever had, and since the horse seemed to be all she had left of her friend, she'd just tell Baru the stories she'd wanted to tell Faramir.

What was it with her and all the nice boys, anyway? That never, ever ended well . . .

Sigh. She'd be heading home for the break tomorrow, at least. That was a cheering prospect.

[OOC: Open . . . um, stables, open post! Girl's not super-hyper-happy, but she's not mopey either.]