“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.” “Doesn’t that bother you?” Kaladin asked. “That you might be a creation of human perception?” “You’re a creation of your parents. Who cares how we were born? I can think. That’s good enough.”
