He grinned as her eyebrows rose, and grinned more at the namaste, returning it with a fluid grace that belied his age. He was right. This was going to be fun.
Briefcase in hand, he extended his hand for a more traditional, Western greeting. "A pleasure to meet you, Ellen. Please, call me Peter." //Or Ogma, once champion of the Tuatha de Danaan, in a time after yours and yet still long ago.// He knew. And he offered her his arm; she brought out traces of the old instincts in him. Older times, different millennia.
There was no proper etiquette; there were few enough of them left that they all seemed inclined to skip the niceties and move straight to direct exchanges of information. Less politics than they engaged in when they were in the prime of power. Potential allies were swiftly made actual, potential enemies quickly decided.
//Shall we continue this discussion somewhere more private? It has been... some time, since a new one of our kind turned up.// In point of fact, he'd never heard of Hathor turning up while they were still in D.C. Though... he did some rapid calculations. She would have been, what, late middle school or early high school? Less likely to have run into one of them, had she been there.
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Date: 2009-02-15 11:31 pm (UTC)Briefcase in hand, he extended his hand for a more traditional, Western greeting. "A pleasure to meet you, Ellen. Please, call me Peter." //Or Ogma, once champion of the Tuatha de Danaan, in a time after yours and yet still long ago.// He knew. And he offered her his arm; she brought out traces of the old instincts in him. Older times, different millennia.
There was no proper etiquette; there were few enough of them left that they all seemed inclined to skip the niceties and move straight to direct exchanges of information. Less politics than they engaged in when they were in the prime of power. Potential allies were swiftly made actual, potential enemies quickly decided.
//Shall we continue this discussion somewhere more private? It has been... some time, since a new one of our kind turned up.// In point of fact, he'd never heard of Hathor turning up while they were still in D.C. Though... he did some rapid calculations. She would have been, what, late middle school or early high school? Less likely to have run into one of them, had she been there.