For all her relatively young age, Ellen was enough of a linguist (and the year spent on the isles with her father's family helped, in this particular area) to indeed recognize the Gaeilge, eventually. It made her eyebrows raise a little... definitely not where she would have expected that kind of knowledge of her tongue from. She was intrigued.
When she did approach him, the gesture she made - her palms close together, and a small bow, barely more than a nod - was sourced in neither his nor her background, but still valid. She wasn't even sure that he would recognize it. The divinity in me greets the divinity in you. Very literal, even more so than the Hindu, who had come up with it, had meant.
When she spoke, her voice was clear and words simple. "Mr. Torkarov. This lecture has been an unexpected treat." Just in case somebody was still lingering, of course. "My name is Ellen Anscombe, considering to stay here at Monterey for a doctorate." At least, she had been considering it before Heru came and made his offer... "Your knowledge of the material is exquisite."
For a moment, she was at a loss as to how to go on to the next level of introduction. Then she opted for directness (and a cow is not known for subtlety). //And I am also who was known as Hathor, or Mehet-Weret, when and where this speech was common.//
Perhaps he knew what that meant; if not, he could ask. She did not know which would be proper etiquette, even. If she had met with other gods before... the memory of that was lost in previous lives, perhaps.
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Date: 2009-02-15 10:53 pm (UTC)When she did approach him, the gesture she made - her palms close together, and a small bow, barely more than a nod - was sourced in neither his nor her background, but still valid. She wasn't even sure that he would recognize it. The divinity in me greets the divinity in you. Very literal, even more so than the Hindu, who had come up with it, had meant.
When she spoke, her voice was clear and words simple. "Mr. Torkarov. This lecture has been an unexpected treat." Just in case somebody was still lingering, of course. "My name is Ellen Anscombe, considering to stay here at Monterey for a doctorate." At least, she had been considering it before Heru came and made his offer... "Your knowledge of the material is exquisite."
For a moment, she was at a loss as to how to go on to the next level of introduction. Then she opted for directness (and a cow is not known for subtlety). //And I am also who was known as Hathor, or Mehet-Weret, when and where this speech was common.//
Perhaps he knew what that meant; if not, he could ask. She did not know which would be proper etiquette, even. If she had met with other gods before... the memory of that was lost in previous lives, perhaps.