Satika was silent after reading over the letter, her fingers playing thoughtfully over the script, as if she were reading braille. To say that she was unsure of what to make of it would be untrue. There were men who preformed such services among her own people, assisting the fathers of children in forming advantagious unions.
But... to approach her directly? That, indeed, was strange. To be asked, as a woman, to decide on her own potential husband was not only strange, it seemed foolish. What did she know about the place at which she might best serve?
And then...
A husband.
Alone, unobserved, she allowed herself to frown.
A husband.
It had been some time on Gaia now. More than a year that she'd lived free of any guiding hand. She had taken in Satika, and she taught the girls. She hadn't forgotten her youth, her anger at the idea of such service.
Oh, but pride was worthless and punished in the end. She'd learned that.
He wasn't coming back. It would not be harmful to only... meet a man. Taima could do with a father's hand, hadn't she been told that, more than once? And perhaps they wouldn't stare so, if she was married again. If she took her proper place.
And... if it was a nice man... a Gaian man... perhaps his expectations would be different for her own peoples? Gentler, in some way. It appealed to her, even as she felt guilty for giving into that appeal.
Still, she filled out the profile.
