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Show: SGA
Rec Category: Gen
Characters: Ronon
Pairing: none
Het/Slash/Gen: gen
Warning: none
Author on LJ: me_ya_ri
Author's Website: AO3, SG1 Fic Tag on LJ, SGA Fic Tag on LJ
Link: Tau'ri Bards and the Lack Thereof
Why this must be read:
An intriguing look at Ronon, the roll of Bards in Pegasus culture, and how the Tau'ri don't have Bards, but they all carry the soul and function of a Bard. I just adore Meyari's look at Ronon, a man who is among the last of his people and the struggle he faces trying to understand his new people. There's nothing like an outsider POV to make you look at your own culture in a new way. I found myself contemplating the role of poetry, music, and stories in our modern world, just from reading this. A fic that can make you think is a rare and beautiful thing. So add that into a wonderful look at Ronon, Pegasus culture, and Earth culture from an outsider POV, and this fic is a joy to the senses and mind. :)
Story Summary: Ronon has a question that no one seems to know the answer to: Where are the Tau'ri bards?
The contrast between silence punctuated by fiery explosions and the quiet music playing in the infirmary just underlined it for Ronon. The Tau'ri had music everywhere but they'd come to trade with not one Bard among them that Ronon could see. It made no sense. Once Teyla's stitches were done and the burn on Rodney's elbow had been treated they went to the conference room to debrief. Soft music played in the background, soothing and nearly unnoticed unless you were paying attention. Their debrief was a short one since how many ways could you explain that you'd seen what you weren't supposed to and they attacked?
Ronon waited until the others left, wondering if Weir could answer his question. She looked at him with that polite smile that mixed with a concerned frown while shuffling her papers. Rather than loom and make her nervous, Ronon decided to just spit it out.
"Where're your Bards?" Ronon asked as she opened her mouth to ask if she could help him.