Twelve Days 11/12 (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
“Quiet please,” Marta said, trying to get the excited group of children under control. She winced as one of the boys blew into his instrument, producing a loud squawking noise right next to her ear. “Not yet!” she said firmly, confiscating the instrument and directing the boy to sit down.
Getting to her feet she went over to where the large drums were stored and retrieving a beater, struck it against the surface of the closest drum. The effect was instantaneous, each child falling silent and directing all of their attention to Marta. “That’s better,” she decided, “Now can everyone please sit down at the back of the tent. Nolan, here is your instrument,” Marta returned the instrument to the boy as she returned to her place at the front of the children
“I have to ask her how she normally does it,” she muttered to herself, speaking of the children’s normal teacher, as she sat down in front of them.
“Alright,” she said holding up one of the instruments that each child currently had in their lap, “Who can tell me what this is?”
“It’s a zurna,” a girl at the back called out.
“That’s right,” Marta smiled, “Now, I’m going to be teaching you all to play the zurna,”
“Can we play those big drums instead?” Nolan asked, staring longingly at the big drum that Marta had used to capture the children’s attention.
“Not today,” Marta said, trying hard not to sigh. Instead she brought the instrument up to her lips and started to play the most complicated song that she knew. Looking over the children’s faces she knew it had been the right move, for they were all captivated. Finishing the song, she placed the zurna back in her lap. “Right then, let’s begin.”
Twelve Drummers Drumming
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
“Quiet please,” Marta said, trying to get the excited group of children under control. She winced as one of the boys blew into his instrument, producing a loud squawking noise right next to her ear. “Not yet!” she said firmly, confiscating the instrument and directing the boy to sit down.
Getting to her feet she went over to where the large drums were stored and retrieving a beater, struck it against the surface of the closest drum. The effect was instantaneous, each child falling silent and directing all of their attention to Marta. “That’s better,” she decided, “Now can everyone please sit down at the back of the tent. Nolan, here is your instrument,” Marta returned the instrument to the boy as she returned to her place at the front of the children
“I have to ask her how she normally does it,” she muttered to herself, speaking of the children’s normal teacher, as she sat down in front of them.
“Alright,” she said holding up one of the instruments that each child currently had in their lap, “Who can tell me what this is?”
“It’s a zurna,” a girl at the back called out.
“That’s right,” Marta smiled, “Now, I’m going to be teaching you all to play the zurna,”
“Can we play those big drums instead?” Nolan asked, staring longingly at the big drum that Marta had used to capture the children’s attention.
“Not today,” Marta said, trying hard not to sigh. Instead she brought the instrument up to her lips and started to play the most complicated song that she knew. Looking over the children’s faces she knew it had been the right move, for they were all captivated. Finishing the song, she placed the zurna back in her lap. “Right then, let’s begin.”
Twelve Drummers Drumming