"Something that - feels like you. To you. As much as any body can."
I look at him thoughtfully for a moment.
"That is a gift," I say softly. "Very well." I think about it, because it is a difficult thing to decide on, and then I become.
This body is shaped like a man, though it could be a woman, wrapped as it is lightly in a white robe, and its face is quite sexless. No blood runs in its veins, only the scent of the desert. It is young, or old, or neither. My skin is amber, my eyes as pale as sea glass. I look something, I think, like גַּבְרִיאֵל who said hail. This is how they came, my kin, like and unlike men. But this body does not resonate with the same song. It is very beautiful, and very sad.
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I look at him thoughtfully for a moment.
"That is a gift," I say softly. "Very well." I think about it, because it is a difficult thing to decide on, and then I become.
This body is shaped like a man, though it could be a woman, wrapped as it is lightly in a white robe, and its face is quite sexless. No blood runs in its veins, only the scent of the desert. It is young, or old, or neither. My skin is amber, my eyes as pale as sea glass. I look something, I think, like גַּבְרִיאֵל who said hail. This is how they came, my kin, like and unlike men. But this body does not resonate with the same song. It is very beautiful, and very sad.