Sigzil followed the direction that Kaladin was looking. “I wish I could see it,” he mumbled. “It would be a— Gah!” He jumped backward, pointing. “It looks like a little person!” Kaladin raised an eyebrow toward Syl. “I like him,” she said. “Also, Sigzil, I’m a ‘she’ and not an ‘it,’ thank you very much.” “Spren have genders?” Sigzil asked, amazed. “Of course,” she said. “Though, technically, it probably has something to do with the way people view us. Personification of the forces of nature or some similar gobbletyblarthy.”
