boomed across the hall, echoing from wall to wall, its force resounding. Outside
the wind howled and an elf scampered to close the window. But even after that
abrupt interruption his voice still dragged me back, its deep roar seeming to hold hidden knowledge. Could it have been the faded memory of children which triggered this emotional bond? But Im dragged back by the she his organism of study so commonly a he, apparently the willingness to change
sex does not assault the men. I must ask are me not affronted by this she. Why does she not progress any aggression. Why
not,. I ask Why Not? Is she gentler
than he? Does she know more or less? Does
she know it kinder? Is she a reincarnate of a Greek muse? Does she wear revealing clothes? No she is none of this. She, to me is a woman I see outside. One
who needs no reason to be walking up an triangle, no reason to be waving without thought.
eyes flutter, has the voice caught him? I spot a sleeping dwarf and promise to
remain on guard.