[For Elizabeth]

[feltgoodthough]

Ronon kept his eyes open on the island the same as any new planet even though he'd been her some time now. It wasn't like any other world he'd ever been too and not just because he couldn't leave

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[atlantismother]

Elizabeth knew well enough that Ronon was more intelligent than his rough exterior might project, and that he was quite capable of literacy when he chose. It was, however, still something of a surprise to find him reading in the Compound during perfectly good weather.

It was interesting enough to divert her course from the bookcase toward the couch. She offered a small, curious smile, once she found herself at a respectable proximity. "It's a pleasant surprise to see you this morning, Ronon."

It wasn't quite morning any longer, but on the island, the definition could be fairly loose.

[feltgoodthough]

Ronon hadn't been unaware of her presence - the book wasn't that distracting. "It has books in Satedan," he informed her looking up. He felt this statement in itself explained just why he had been found here of all places today.

Producing something in his native tongue might have been the first thing the island had done that he hadn't found irritating and grating since he had arrived.

[atlantismother]

She arched an eyebrow, glancing at the book in interest. She'd heard of such things being given by the bookcase, but it was no less remarkable for it. She wondered whether there were an English-Satedan guide somewhere in the bookcase, as well.

"What's it about?"

[feltgoodthough]

Ronon scanned a familiar stanza before answering and cleared his throat, "it's poetry." He shut the book after a moment. "War poetry."

He saw her interest but didn't proffer the book unwilling to let it go now he had it. "Only one there was."