"A pleasure to meet thee, Zivia," he says. "Thou'rt may call me Nyura, or, if thou prefer'st, Motke. That's, ah, from Dovyd Mordekhay—by mine hometown, we had so many Dovyds, we saw it as impractical. And, no, thou need'st not use the informal second person if that's not thine habit already."
He leans back against the table, perching on it so he's still technically standing up, but not unsupported. He's not tired yet, and his stamina has been excellent as of late (which is part of how he ended up in Pumpkin Hollow in the first place, the consistent wellness leading to some poor decisions involving the more rugged terrain on the outskirts of Vyuta), but he still tries to be careful.
"I'm from ..." he pauses, and mock-frowns. "Well, darling. It's no easy question. I was born in Vilna; I live in the Talons commune, which was, until the Revolution, theoretically part of the old city of Svet-Dmitrin, but is now its own thing. I still consider myself Litvish, and I lay tefillin the day after second night seder, instead of waiting until Pesakh's over. And my sister and I are the only ones to do that in the whole of the commune." He spreads his hands in a what can one do sort of gesture, then shrugs, and adds, "And thee? From where do you hail from?"
He doesn't mention, not yet, his suspicions and conjectures about the prior lack of Jews on Marrow Isle, and what his husband's told him about whether or not Jews exist outside of Mir. There's no real evidence that Cecil's not from Mir, after all.
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Anzu bows, this time from the waist.
"A pleasure to meet thee, Zivia," he says. "Thou'rt may call me Nyura, or, if thou prefer'st, Motke. That's, ah, from Dovyd Mordekhay—by mine hometown, we had so many Dovyds, we saw it as impractical. And, no, thou need'st not use the informal second person if that's not thine habit already."
He leans back against the table, perching on it so he's still technically standing up, but not unsupported. He's not tired yet, and his stamina has been excellent as of late (which is part of how he ended up in Pumpkin Hollow in the first place, the consistent wellness leading to some poor decisions involving the more rugged terrain on the outskirts of Vyuta), but he still tries to be careful.
"I'm from ..." he pauses, and mock-frowns. "Well, darling. It's no easy question. I was born in Vilna; I live in the Talons commune, which was, until the Revolution, theoretically part of the old city of Svet-Dmitrin, but is now its own thing. I still consider myself Litvish, and I lay tefillin the day after second night seder, instead of waiting until Pesakh's over. And my sister and I are the only ones to do that in the whole of the commune." He spreads his hands in a what can one do sort of gesture, then shrugs, and adds, "And thee? From where do you hail from?"
He doesn't mention, not yet, his suspicions and conjectures about the prior lack of Jews on Marrow Isle, and what his husband's told him about whether or not Jews exist outside of Mir. There's no real evidence that Cecil's not from Mir, after all.