"That's what the man said he was going to do last night. Go hunting for it." He frowned. "Haven't seen him this morning." He looked her over curiously, blushing as she touched his shoulder. "Really? You'd stay a woman?"

"I am never sure if I should wish people luck upon such ventures. At the very least, I hope he finds no misfortune. If the Puck is so angered over a wedding, I shudder to think what fresh mischief it might bring for a murder attempt." She shook her head a little and sighed.

At the curious look, she shrugged and took a few steps in the snow, "Why not? A body is a body is a body. I have no great attachment to my identity as a man; at least not one I could not overcome to be something else. Gods know I spent so long trying to be someone else; this would only help that." She chuckled a little and shrugged, "Of course, I say that as one who is quite sure that the Puck will change everyone back to their proper states with some speed." A quick grin then and a shrug as she knelt down, testing the snow with her fingertips.

Davide, however, still looked confused. "But you're a man. Don't you want to be one again?" He tried. "You're only yourself. You'd just confuse people, being a woman." Then he frowned again. "Why are women more respected here?"

Seth shrugged a little, half-smiling, "I was not very good at being a man. I have some practice at being a boy and a lot of practice being a magician. But a man? No. No, i have precious little skill. Though I think I was gaining some. Most of it seems to be more-or-less applicable to being a woman, save that being a woman involves a rather more active biology." A small smile there as she touched her stomach, "I am foolishly curious about what that will be like if this experiment lasts so long."

"As to why? Oh, I could not say. They say it is because the creator-god of the Tuatha was a woman and that of humans a man. Which is likely as anything; I always assumed it was becomes at some point each people said they would decide how royalty passed on their goods and one chose boy-children and the other girls." She shrugged a bit at that, taking up a handful of snow, "It makes a shade more sense, with the women, I think. A child's father may be disputed, but the mother?" Seth chuckled some.

"Is it strange for you to talk to me, knowing that I was a man until a few days ago?"

He smiled. "Everything here is impossibly strange." He replied and shook his head. "How is it easier to be a woman than a man? I don't think my mother has it any easier than my father." He said, amused, and then a bit queasy. "You want to be pregnant?"

"I do not know if it is easier... I think it is more a question of difference. Which may speak more to a short attention span than any other thing." Seth smiled in return and folded some snow in her hands, blowing on them gently to push away the glow of warmth around herself. "Here, though, at least it is easier to be taken seriously. Men are assumed to be ruled by our lusts at best and brutish at worst. Better to be someone who is at least believed to have a level head."

To the second question, she got a far-away look before shrugging, "I rather doubt I will be keeping this shape long enough to sort out how I feel about that," she replied, holding the packed snow in her hands. "And. And one day I should like to be a parent. However, I am not particularly enthused at the thought of bearing a child inside me. It sounds... uncomfortable, in spite of the poetry of the whole thing."

He still looked stumped. "You said you were interested in the active... biology?" He stumbled over the word. "I thought that meant you wanted to be with child." He shook his head and began to form a snowball himself. "I wouldn't want to be a woman. Dresses seem uncomfortable."

"Oh!" she replied, laughing a bit, "No, I meant the. Gods, what is the common word for it... the bleeding times? A few days out of the month?" Seth laughed a bit, "Which are more... interesting to think on than... Well, I am not terribly interested in experiencing them is all I will say upon the matter." Seth's clothes became a pale blue dress and she took a few steps before changing them back. "It is not so terrible. Only very strange. Different areas of tightness." She laughed a little, "Though there is little to say that you could not wear pants if you desired to, were you a woman."

"Except I'd look like a peasant or a wanton woman." He explained, smirking. "Women... bleed? Every month?" He asked, horrified. "Why? Is that something Tuatha women do?" He tilted his head. "Is it like when a bitch is in heat?"

"There are worse things to look like. Though I say that as one who admires the wanton." She chuckled a bit before she found herself struck quite dumb.

"Erm. No. That is something human women do. Part of the body continually readying itself for pregnancy..." she tilted her head a bit, "You are a bit old not to have had someone explain that to you."