Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

Wednesday wondered what this gift was, though truly not for her own gain. What woman would give herself to a man for anything? Men only had their seed; men could give little else that a woman couldn't. She herself had no preference, because she had never had any desire. But Wednesday herself was no virgin; the story of that was long ago, and caused her detesting the opposite sex in the first place.

The query was mulled on for a moment. Lover of none, she corrected, but wondered for the first time if that were a lie as her gaze raked over the nodding Erz. So I thought. It made no difference. Satisfied from the approval that the wound was clean, she moved and felt the need to ask. What did he bring to you? She paused for a moment, and licked her jowls. I would bring that thing to you, and want nothing for it. I would do it because I could. Her head lifted at that, her expression as stoic as her monotonous voice was.