Cerulean Cape Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley

Why not a woman who sticks around? She wondered aloud, gaze drifting in the direction of the river the woman had mentioned. Her seaglass eyes were bright with curiosity when they returned. A woman could help raise children. Feed them. Feed you. A woman wouldn't be tempted away by the call of another's season.

I would not choose a man if what I wanted was to build stability, she added. No judgment in her tone; it was only a statement of fact.