Originally Posted: Feb. 28th, 2007
Length/Rating: 100 words, PG, Gen
Pairing/Warnings: none
Summary: Written for sga_flashfic Masks and Masquerade challenge. *Thomas the Rhymer/Thomas Learmonth of Erceldoune
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On Massaru the traders all wore masks, simple wooden faces carved by hand. At their insistence the Lanteans did the same.
Rodney complained about splinters, allergies, and argued that people who wore masks had something to hide.
Ronon sat silently; he knew a mask protected what you didn’t want to lose.
Teyla bargained in soft unhurried tones, because the masks were all the same, making the foreign familiar and unifying.
And John? John had asked Verru and knew the masks were of Kelihan, God-King long dead, cursed so that he could not lie. So he just smiled and played along.