Neia identified the Principal Disposition in approximately three seconds.
She felt it reach her and—
Nothing.
Not resistance, exactly.
Resistance implied something to push against, a force meeting a counterforce.
This was simply absence.
The working arrived, found whatever soil it needed to take root in, and discovered that soil was simply not there.
The mental cue it was designed to plant had no corresponding architecture to attach to.
There was no latent desire to amplify, no inclination to redirect, and no masculine response to a feminine presence that could be turned and shaped into the outcome its caster intended.
Neia was a woman.
She liked men, and specifically, she had never once in her life experienced anything in the vicinity of desire for another woman.
There was simply nowhere for it to go.
She watched it dissipate.
Then she looked at Sylvie.
"E-eeep!"
