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Mar 20, 2008 16:44

She's deadSarah's words echoed through Teyla's mind as she made her way back to New Atlantis. Back to safety and to home. Her feet carried her, she walked on autopilot, nothing else. It was not until she stood in front of her tent, until her hands wrapped themselves around bantos sticks, until she was moving slowly, concentrating on every form ( Read more... )

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flyboy_shepp March 21 2008, 19:18:59 UTC
John was, for once, actually practicing.

Well, mostly. He was in the little area Teyla used for training, both sticks in hand and trying out some bastardized mix of Bantos and water dancing. There may have even been a little Jedi action thrown in.

He looked up when he caught Teyla out of the corner of his eye, and twirled a stick in one hand before giving her a small grin.

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t_emmagen March 22 2008, 09:10:40 UTC
Seeing John practice was always something that caused Teyla to smile (and truthfully sometimes to laugh, though never in front of him). Today was the first time it did not, simply watching him, nodding once.

"Your left arm is loose," she said quietly. "That move in the middle, it is not well suited to bantos, more for a pointed weapon."

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flyboy_shepp March 22 2008, 10:10:05 UTC
Teyla was nothing like Rodney when it came to reading her moods, but John knew her enough to tell the difference between her just having a quiet day, and something being just a little wrong. Both sticks stopped in mid air, and he gave Teyla a long look.

"I was trying something out," he said, and he wasn't sure if he should ask Teyla was was up. His own reaction would probably give away that he'd at least noticed.

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t_emmagen March 22 2008, 10:21:57 UTC
"Of course," she said simply. "It is good to experiment."

Another time and she would have encouraged him more, in fact she would have likely joined in, working through his moves with him, trying to understand what he had been doing and absorb it herself. She went as far as picking up her sticks, but she could not bring herself to do anything with them. She knew she was acting unusually and she knew that John had noticed.

He was her friend. Her closest friend. He deserved to know. "Beth is gone."

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