Lev looks Wilson up and down, critically, considers making some wild assumptions, and then thinks better of it — after all, Eli wears waistcoats with fancy shirts, and his sister-in-law would absolutely deck anyone who dared assume anything about hir.
The name's no help, either. For one thing, it's totally unfamiliar to Lev, who's only vaguely aware that there's a distant relative of Ormic languages somewhere all the way on the opposite side of the conglomeration of plena he's from, and he has never read a W sound pronounced outside of the Temani way of davening ... and "Wilson" doesn't sound like a Temani name, either.
So he shrugs.
"How dost thou refer to thyself?" he asks. "See like, nu—" he hesitates, and decides Wilson probably doesn't yet want a lecture on subcultural slang from a very long way away, "girls, if they like other girls, can call me Lyubov. To boys like me, I'm Lev."
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Lev looks Wilson up and down, critically, considers making some wild assumptions, and then thinks better of it — after all, Eli wears waistcoats with fancy shirts, and his sister-in-law would absolutely deck anyone who dared assume anything about hir.
The name's no help, either. For one thing, it's totally unfamiliar to Lev, who's only vaguely aware that there's a distant relative of Ormic languages somewhere all the way on the opposite side of the conglomeration of plena he's from, and he has never read a
Wsound pronounced outside of the Temani way of davening ... and "Wilson" doesn't sound like a Temani name, either.So he shrugs.
"How dost thou refer to thyself?" he asks. "See like, nu—" he hesitates, and decides Wilson probably doesn't yet want a lecture on subcultural slang from a very long way away, "girls, if they like other girls, can call me Lyubov. To boys like me, I'm Lev."