November 1st, 2007


drabble: Harmonic (for 2ndary_author)

For 2ndary_author's prompt: SGA. Hidden talents. And now I want to write one about John and pie-baking.

Remember, there are still three drabbles up for grabs!



When Teyla meditates by herself in the privacy of her room (a privacy which she will never take for granted), she sings. Not the usual songs, such as she sung for Charin’s death, but pure sound. It is a different sort of meditation, stripping her down to nothing but voice—many voices, if she does it properly—‘calling the wind’.

She asked Rodney once whether his people did anything similar—Rodney, because he was most likely to simply answer without asking questions in return. He described it as ‘throat-singing’, which makes little sense to her. All singing is from the throat.