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    Future's Past

    The other was two or three inches taller than Gabrielle with very short, straw colored hair. She wore a braided leather top and a short reddish/brown skirt. Both were well muscled, though only the shorter one carried any noticeable weapons; what looked like a strange pair of daggers tucked into her boot-tops. 
    The taller woman glanced over her shoulder when she heard others approaching. She nudged her companion and they moved over to the edge of the road and slowed their pace.
    “Morning,” said Xena as they caught up to their fellow travelers. “Where ya headed?”
    “We have a message for the Regent Ephiny,” said the blond. 
    “We’re headed there ourselves, we could deliver the message for you. Save you the trip,” the Warrior Princess replied. 
    “Thank you, but we need to see that the message gets delivered personally. We would however, be glad of the company.” 
    Xena looked at Gabrielle who shrugged and said, “Sure, why not. I’m Gabrielle, and this is my best friend Xena.”
    “Phaedra and my partner Daria,” said the blond stranger. She and Gabrielle were soon deep in conversation, swapping stories. Their companions didn’t say much, but smiled at their friends as the four continued down the road.

    It was nearing the end of the second day of traveling with their new friends, and Gabrielle was out gathering firewood when she heard voices. She curiously sought them out only to discover Daria and Phaedra deep in conversation. 
    “It’s been two days,” Daria said taking Phaedra’s hands in her own. “I would have expected her to show up before now.” 
    The younger woman answered, “I know, I expected her long before this. You don’t think she can sense us, do you?” 
    Daria looked thoughtful, “No. For some reason, I don’t think it works that way with her. Not like it is with some … people we know.” 
    Phaedra looked up at her partner and asked, “Should we split up and look for her, or stick with the plan?”  
    “I know I always say we’ve gotta be flexible, but my gut says we stick with the plan. I just hope she comes here before she goes after the …others,” answered Daria.
    “Oh…” cried the blond, “I didn’t even think that she might go after them first.” She let herself be gathered into the arms of the taller woman and accepted the comforting embrace. Daria tenderly kissed her on the forehead. Phaedra lifted her face to kiss her partner. As they kissed their bodies began to shimmer and morph, Daria becoming taller, and Phaedra shorter. When the kiss ended, the smaller woman rested her head on her partner’s chest. 
    Gabrielle gasped as she got her first clear look at Phaedra. She stepped back and stumbled. Catching her balance quickly, she ran back to camp. 
    “Gabrielle, wait!” called Daria taking a half step toward the fleeing woman.
    “Let her go,” whispered Phaedra. “What are we going to do, capture her and erase her memory?” 
    Daria chuckled, “Guess not.” 
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