He crashed back into the fence as something slammed into him at full force. Something larger than he, but still quite small; a fellow child that he’d failed to notice was still in the playground. They’d emerged from under the climbing structure, hidden by the dark. They weren’t like Zerlan or Bytar, that much was clear — their gender undecided, buffering with each blow of the wind that seemed to hit Zerlan but never them. It was some privilege afforded by those who were made Properly. Children who were plucked out of the stitches of reality itself, made from the winds of time and sand and the suns that kept their planet warm. They had Choices. They had Opportunities. They could rise all the way to the stars and see the technology on other worlds, from other times; the laws were made to lift them as high as they could go. Zerlan and Bytar weren’t going to be lifted out of their world; they were born as they were, and that way they would stay. The child drew themself up for another hit, and Zerlan stumbled away from the fence, not taking his eyes off the approaching figure. Suddenly, they turned; “Hey! It’s another one!”. Their words summoned another child from beneath the frame — a girl this time, and clearly older than the first child, although both of their ages were indeterminable. Time’s candle flickered for these unfixed children. Not all children of the true Celestials remained unstable for so long; this girl had settled into herself, picking an identity like a pair of shoes. She looked good in it, Zerlan thought; she was clearly pleased with her choice, which made sense, as women had come back into fashion over the last few centuries.
Time Lord children of indeterminate form.
Ever wondered why Missy said she knew the Doctor 'as a little girl'?
