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stargateficrecI am honored to introduce a brand new category: Bra'tac recs! Someone had to teach Teal'c how to be so awesome, after all. :)
And this marks two years of reccing in this marvelous community. Thanks for putting me up with me, guys. (We're celebrating over at my place!)
Rec Category: Bra'tac
Pairing none
Categories: Bra'tac, Teal'c, Rak'nor, gen, futurefic, character study
Warnings: spoilers for S10's Line in the Sand
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_minxy_
Author's Website: Fic post
Link: The God of Poets Has Two Hands
Why This Must Be Read: This thoughtfully eloquent fic shows us the future of the galaxy through Bra'tac's eyes: his thoughts on humans, on the Jaffa's world-building, on Teal'c, on leadership, on himself... and on the creation and formation of legend. Minxy uses the intriguing vehicle of a human bard singing of Teal'c and Thilana (one of the most engaging guest stars in S10) as a backdrop to Bra'tac's thoughts, and you'll find yourself equally fascinated by the lilting language of the ballad and Bra'tac's memories.
For an extra treat, Minxy wrote DVD commentary on this marvelous story. Read both of them carefully - they're a tribute to a wonderful character and his amazing journey.
He asks, “Of what then will you sing?”
“Of when she invited the Jaffa back,” the young bard says, trying to stand tall, “well, one Jaffa, called Master Teal’c, in the company of other humans from the first world.”
He is tall enough for a bard, and focused, when he wishes to be. The timbre of his speaking voice holds promise, but he offers no further explanation of his story.
Bra’tac decides. “Ravi Suniel,” he says formally, “Would you sing me this song, that I might offer my informed approval?”
The young bard offers a small smile, looks at the thinning crowd around him, and backs up a step into the crossroads. His posture changes, and his shoulders look strong enough to holding a staff weapon, or to hold the breath to sing.
Bra’tac realizes that he has never heard a human song from beginning to end.
And this marks two years of reccing in this marvelous community. Thanks for putting me up with me, guys. (We're celebrating over at my place!)
Rec Category: Bra'tac
Pairing none
Categories: Bra'tac, Teal'c, Rak'nor, gen, futurefic, character study
Warnings: spoilers for S10's Line in the Sand
Author on LJ:
_minxy_Author's Website: Fic post
Link: The God of Poets Has Two Hands
Why This Must Be Read: This thoughtfully eloquent fic shows us the future of the galaxy through Bra'tac's eyes: his thoughts on humans, on the Jaffa's world-building, on Teal'c, on leadership, on himself... and on the creation and formation of legend. Minxy uses the intriguing vehicle of a human bard singing of Teal'c and Thilana (one of the most engaging guest stars in S10) as a backdrop to Bra'tac's thoughts, and you'll find yourself equally fascinated by the lilting language of the ballad and Bra'tac's memories.
For an extra treat, Minxy wrote DVD commentary on this marvelous story. Read both of them carefully - they're a tribute to a wonderful character and his amazing journey.
He asks, “Of what then will you sing?”
“Of when she invited the Jaffa back,” the young bard says, trying to stand tall, “well, one Jaffa, called Master Teal’c, in the company of other humans from the first world.”
He is tall enough for a bard, and focused, when he wishes to be. The timbre of his speaking voice holds promise, but he offers no further explanation of his story.
Bra’tac decides. “Ravi Suniel,” he says formally, “Would you sing me this song, that I might offer my informed approval?”
The young bard offers a small smile, looks at the thinning crowd around him, and backs up a step into the crossroads. His posture changes, and his shoulders look strong enough to holding a staff weapon, or to hold the breath to sing.
Bra’tac realizes that he has never heard a human song from beginning to end.
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