It can be whatever it wants to be

Kralla raised her eyebrows. "It's a woman?!"

Tellerick patted her arm. "It can be whatever it wants to be." He stepped forward. "Oracle, I have brought someone for your opinion."

"REALLY HUMAN TELLERICK? AN OPINION? THAT IS NOT LIKE YOU."

Barnabas and Skaran sniggered at the back. "Girl's got sass." Said Skaran.

Tellerick gestured to William, as the image knelt on the worn stone floor becoming more solid as it did so. She beckoned.

"Come, young William." She held out her hand, her voice now less booming and coming from the Oracle herself instead of the air surrounding the group.