Twelve Days 7/12 (G)
Title: welve Days
Fandom: GA
Rating G
Characters: eyla and other Athosians
Summary: welve stories of the Athosians based on the Twelve Days of Christmas
Disclaimer: ot mine
Teyla finished slicing the vegetables in front of her and gathered them up into a bowl. “What would you like me to do next?” she asked.
“Nothing.” Charin grinned.
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.” she confirmed. “It’s still warm, you should go be with your friends at the lake.”
“But we haven’t finished yet,” Teyla protested.
“I haven’t finished. You have. Now shoo,” Charin said, ushering Teyla out of the tent.
“If you’re sure,” She felt that she should make another attempt to help but the lure of the water was hard to resist. When Charin didn’t respond, Teyla started walking faster towards the lake, where she could already hear her friends yelling and laughing.
As she emerged through the trees onto the pebbled shore of the lake, she pulled off her shirt and skirt and kicked off her shoes, dumping them in a pile near everyone else’s clothing. The pebbles were hot beneath her feet and she ran to the water to stop the burn.
Seeing her six friends further out in the centre of the lake Teyla dove under the water, propelling herself forward before the need for oxygen forced her to the surface. Realising that her friends were too busy playing to notice her approach, she went under again, swimming towards Marta’s legs and coming up at the last moment just behind her and grabbing her shoulders.
“Argh!” Marta shouted, quickly pulling herself away from Teyla and crashing into Kanaan, pushing him under the water. He immediately came back up, spitting out a mouthful of water.
“Charin let you out early?” Halling smirked.
“She did,” Teyla said, lazily running her arms through the water. “What were you all doing?”
“We were about to have a race from one side to the other,” Selana said.
“Good. Count me in,” Teyla said, straightening herself up as the other six teenagers sorted themselves out for the race.
Eight Maids A'Milking
Fandom: GA
Rating G
Characters: eyla and other Athosians
Summary: welve stories of the Athosians based on the Twelve Days of Christmas
Disclaimer: ot mine
Teyla finished slicing the vegetables in front of her and gathered them up into a bowl. “What would you like me to do next?” she asked.
“Nothing.” Charin grinned.
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.” she confirmed. “It’s still warm, you should go be with your friends at the lake.”
“But we haven’t finished yet,” Teyla protested.
“I haven’t finished. You have. Now shoo,” Charin said, ushering Teyla out of the tent.
“If you’re sure,” She felt that she should make another attempt to help but the lure of the water was hard to resist. When Charin didn’t respond, Teyla started walking faster towards the lake, where she could already hear her friends yelling and laughing.
As she emerged through the trees onto the pebbled shore of the lake, she pulled off her shirt and skirt and kicked off her shoes, dumping them in a pile near everyone else’s clothing. The pebbles were hot beneath her feet and she ran to the water to stop the burn.
Seeing her six friends further out in the centre of the lake Teyla dove under the water, propelling herself forward before the need for oxygen forced her to the surface. Realising that her friends were too busy playing to notice her approach, she went under again, swimming towards Marta’s legs and coming up at the last moment just behind her and grabbing her shoulders.
“Argh!” Marta shouted, quickly pulling herself away from Teyla and crashing into Kanaan, pushing him under the water. He immediately came back up, spitting out a mouthful of water.
“Charin let you out early?” Halling smirked.
“She did,” Teyla said, lazily running her arms through the water. “What were you all doing?”
“We were about to have a race from one side to the other,” Selana said.
“Good. Count me in,” Teyla said, straightening herself up as the other six teenagers sorted themselves out for the race.
Eight Maids A'Milking