Twelve Days 8/12 (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
The Stargate shut down behind Halling as he walked down the steps to greet Rona.
“How are the Athosians?” Rona greeted, relieving Halling of one of the bags slung across his shoulders.
“We are well,” Halling said with a small smile. “Many are looking forward to tonight.”
“Of course,” Rona laughed, “This way,” he said, leading Halling towards a large barn.
“It looks as though it’s been a good breeding season,” Halling commented, seeing that all the stalls in the barn were full.
“It has. We’ve been able to put aside more for the Athosians than normal. We’ve also managed to spare some cheese, which will last much longer than the milk.”
“Thank you, it will be very much appreciated by everyone. But I have only brought the usual goods to trade. I don’t have anything extra.” Halling said, reaching into one of the stalls to pat one of the beasts.
“Do not concern yourself with that Halling,” Rona assured him, reaching in to pat the same beast, although it shied away from his hand. “Think of the extra as a gift, rather than as a trade. A thank you for being a good trading partner, and for not revealing our existence or whereabouts to anyone else.”
Rona’s people kept their existence a well guarded secret. Halling didn’t know why, but the Wraith had not come to their planet in hundreds of years, which had allowed them to develop a more stable culture, with permanent structures, fields of crops and herds of larger beasts for meat and milk. The Athosians were one of the few groups who knew of their existence and traded with them, but were sworn to secrecy.
“Thank you,” Halling repeated, “Just one thing however. What is cheese?”
Nine Ladies Dancing
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
The Stargate shut down behind Halling as he walked down the steps to greet Rona.
“How are the Athosians?” Rona greeted, relieving Halling of one of the bags slung across his shoulders.
“We are well,” Halling said with a small smile. “Many are looking forward to tonight.”
“Of course,” Rona laughed, “This way,” he said, leading Halling towards a large barn.
“It looks as though it’s been a good breeding season,” Halling commented, seeing that all the stalls in the barn were full.
“It has. We’ve been able to put aside more for the Athosians than normal. We’ve also managed to spare some cheese, which will last much longer than the milk.”
“Thank you, it will be very much appreciated by everyone. But I have only brought the usual goods to trade. I don’t have anything extra.” Halling said, reaching into one of the stalls to pat one of the beasts.
“Do not concern yourself with that Halling,” Rona assured him, reaching in to pat the same beast, although it shied away from his hand. “Think of the extra as a gift, rather than as a trade. A thank you for being a good trading partner, and for not revealing our existence or whereabouts to anyone else.”
Rona’s people kept their existence a well guarded secret. Halling didn’t know why, but the Wraith had not come to their planet in hundreds of years, which had allowed them to develop a more stable culture, with permanent structures, fields of crops and herds of larger beasts for meat and milk. The Athosians were one of the few groups who knew of their existence and traded with them, but were sworn to secrecy.
“Thank you,” Halling repeated, “Just one thing however. What is cheese?”
Nine Ladies Dancing