The Perfect Woman
The perfect woman should be proper.
Polite, well read, graceful, witty, and confident.
For Tarrlok, that's what a woman should be.
He was a Councilman of Republic City, representing the Northern Water Tribe. Someone in his position should have a spouse that held a standard of excellence. She would have to accompany him to formal events he went to, so she must also be beautiful.
He had been with many women during his university years and after graduation. Very few of them fit the mould he made. Some of them had a polite composure, but were a bit plain. Other women who were confident were caught up in their careers or were invested in someone else's heart…
She must be polite, so she could make an impression on the people as a wife of a Councilman. After all, a woman is a reflection of her husband. She must be poised at all times, representing him at events.
She must be well read, so she could be well informed of the daily news and what was going on throughout the city. If he were to govern Republic City, he needed a partner to discuss opinions with. She must also be aware of his work and support him.
She must come from a suitable family. A woman from such a background would understand his line of work and must deal with day to day life of high society. Not that he was social climbing at all. He already had a high position, what with being on the Council.
It seemed that no woman could measure up to him, or was up to the task of being a Councilman's wife. Tarrlok was getting up in his years, and he couldn't be picky. He might as well find someone who at least upholds a few of the things he thinks a woman should be and marry her on the spot before it's too late.
A loud belch echoed throughout the tavern.
It was the Avatar.
As Tarrlok's eyes narrowed, the rest of the Task Force laughed like howler monkeys.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" Korra raised her hands. "I'm not even confident which end that came out of."
