Kazik smiles at Kai's answer, because isn't that what they all want? To go back to their homesteads, to be able to raise communities and children the way they have always done in the past. "I hope you find it," he says, though he won't be around for that leg of the journey, most likely. He doesn't have to tell Kai that; he'll just say goodbye and hope that no one asks him to stay.
"And that is a difficult thing to answer. It is a long story, but I am a practicer of dual faiths, which is a easier to reconcile than most people would believe." And really, it was what was practiced for ages-- old gods hidden away as saints, Christian holidays retrofitted over pagan ones. Christianity is a jealous spouse, but after all the purges of one faith or another, or faith altogether, it didn't improve their livelihood.
It brought them the largest calamity to the human race that it had ever seen.
"Do you have pictures of her?" he asks. "Your daughter."
"My father would have said that is blasphemous," Kai says easily with a friendly laugh. "But he was always too damn serious." He shrugs then, light and careless. "It's not that hard thing to believe. It's happened everywhere, Christianity laid neatly on top of everything old, like a new coat of paint. And the old ones would take a bit of it into their own beliefs and Christianity would shift a little bit towards the pagan practises. It's called syncretism."
He rolls his eyes a little while he glances out from the train window. "But modern people are more concerned over rules and boundaries, I find. The priests of old would have no problem going into the groves and sacred places to held their services to God. The shamans of old would use bible as one of their talismans. But these days, tell a priest you had a visitor and they would probably try to drive the demon out of you." It almost sounds as if he's talking from experience.
"Oh? Yeah, of course I do!" he says, brightening up immediately when his daughter is mentioned. He digs up his wallet and flips it open, drawing out a picture of a cute little 5-year-old. "Her name is Tilhi," Kai says as he offers the picture to Kazik.
He does notice that Kai seems to be talking from experience, but it's alright. They can have discussions of religion at a later time because he seems to be much happier discussing his daughter. And honestly, so is Kazik; he's found it to be mostly true what Kai says that here at least, he's not taken very seriously. And that's the nicer of the reactions.
It was honestly very quickly that he realized a missionary trip was a mistake - the people here just didn't have any place for him. And so he will return to St. Petersburg.
"Tilhi," he repeats, and takes the picture. "She's beautiful," he says, and then looks closer. "She has your eyes." He's smiling when he hands it back. "How old is she?" He'd guess 4, 5. Which means he hopes this mission isn't too long, and Kai can go home quickly to his daughter.
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"And that is a difficult thing to answer. It is a long story, but I am a practicer of dual faiths, which is a easier to reconcile than most people would believe." And really, it was what was practiced for ages-- old gods hidden away as saints, Christian holidays retrofitted over pagan ones. Christianity is a jealous spouse, but after all the purges of one faith or another, or faith altogether, it didn't improve their livelihood.
It brought them the largest calamity to the human race that it had ever seen.
"Do you have pictures of her?" he asks. "Your daughter."
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He rolls his eyes a little while he glances out from the train window. "But modern people are more concerned over rules and boundaries, I find. The priests of old would have no problem going into the groves and sacred places to held their services to God. The shamans of old would use bible as one of their talismans. But these days, tell a priest you had a visitor and they would probably try to drive the demon out of you." It almost sounds as if he's talking from experience.
"Oh? Yeah, of course I do!" he says, brightening up immediately when his daughter is mentioned. He digs up his wallet and flips it open, drawing out a picture of a cute little 5-year-old. "Her name is Tilhi," Kai says as he offers the picture to Kazik.
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It was honestly very quickly that he realized a missionary trip was a mistake - the people here just didn't have any place for him. And so he will return to St. Petersburg.
"Tilhi," he repeats, and takes the picture. "She's beautiful," he says, and then looks closer. "She has your eyes." He's smiling when he hands it back. "How old is she?" He'd guess 4, 5. Which means he hopes this mission isn't too long, and Kai can go home quickly to his daughter.