Twelve Days 1/12 (G)
Title: Twelve Days
Fandom: SGA
Rating: G
Characters: Teyla and other Athosians
Summary: Twelve stories of the Athosians based on the Twelve Days of Christmas
Disclaimer: Not mine
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During summers she would sit on her father’s shoulders as he gathered wild dipa fruit. The sun would be warm overhead and her father would work quickly so they could return to the village before it became too hot. The back of her legs would stick to his shoulders, but she wouldn’t move in case he thought that she wanted to get down. The fruit grew on vines and the tendrils would creep up the tree trucks, high beyond the reach of any man. But Torren would lean in towards the tree so his daughter could pick the fruit that grew high above his head and fill the small basket that she carried. She loved being able to stretch out to pull the fruit from the vine, feeling that she was taller than anyone in the galaxy.
One summer, as she started to sit back and place the fruit in her basket, she noticed a small bird that had made its nest in the tangle of old vines that were hidden behind the leaves and fruit of this season. The bird hopped to the front of the nest and made a small sound, defending its territory, but deciding Teyla wasn’t a threat moved back into the branches. Not wanting to disturb the bird further, she asked her father to move around to the other side of the tree. As she continued picking fruit, she noticed out the corner of her eye the bird flitting back and forth from its nest.
Two turtledoves
Fandom: SGA
Rating: G
Characters: Teyla and other Athosians
Summary: Twelve stories of the Athosians based on the Twelve Days of Christmas
Disclaimer: Not mine
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
During summers she would sit on her father’s shoulders as he gathered wild dipa fruit. The sun would be warm overhead and her father would work quickly so they could return to the village before it became too hot. The back of her legs would stick to his shoulders, but she wouldn’t move in case he thought that she wanted to get down. The fruit grew on vines and the tendrils would creep up the tree trucks, high beyond the reach of any man. But Torren would lean in towards the tree so his daughter could pick the fruit that grew high above his head and fill the small basket that she carried. She loved being able to stretch out to pull the fruit from the vine, feeling that she was taller than anyone in the galaxy.
One summer, as she started to sit back and place the fruit in her basket, she noticed a small bird that had made its nest in the tangle of old vines that were hidden behind the leaves and fruit of this season. The bird hopped to the front of the nest and made a small sound, defending its territory, but deciding Teyla wasn’t a threat moved back into the branches. Not wanting to disturb the bird further, she asked her father to move around to the other side of the tree. As she continued picking fruit, she noticed out the corner of her eye the bird flitting back and forth from its nest.
Two turtledoves