Lion Head Mesa seventieth

the words marriage struck a chord in racharra, one that the idea made her heart flutter just a bit. the nebet understood it was her choice in the end, that it was not neccessary. especially when she already had a different goal in mind.

of course. she nodded, deliberating on her next words with a swallow and a breath.

i want to rebuild greatwater lake. that is my aspiration. she has not seen her mother in quite some time, nor her siblings. she thought of them as she spoke. where had they gone, she wondered. is it wrong to still dwell on the lake?

no, she tells herself, guilt-striken for even thinking such a thing. she licked her lips for she had started to nibble on them as her mind wandered far beyond the plateu. she had not yet even touched her plate.
i believe it'd bring more numbers to akashingo. at the very least it'd be good to have whilst traveling far, to avoid territory disputes and whatnot. i do not know how realistic of an aspiration it may be. she thought of the treck she did while so young just to get to akashingo. sometimes she wonders how different life would've been had she stayed. she would've never learned the beauty of language, that's for sure.

though.. i do not believe i would mind a marriage. she delicately slided the offer — too afraid to admit it directly but too appealing to deny it outright.

when did she stop being blunt about her desires? and when did she begin to second-guess herself? probably when she realized the position she had been granted.