#littlethingbeatrice

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@littlethingbeatrice

She was going to be alone with her daughter.

Altogether, a simple statement, if passive in voice though not intention. Kit did need to ascertain Beatrice's experience with certain skills - she wasn't ignorant to reality, she knew that sooner-or-later Beatrice was bound to have a run-in with any number of unsavoury individuals, and she'd much rather her daughter know how to protect herself than be kept in happy ignorance of the world's ills. That ignorance had... been an ideal. Once. But reality had saw fit to catch up with them instead, and Kit preferred rigorous training in evasion to disallow it that same chance again.

Still, simple statements commonly covered all kinds of buried complications underneath, like Your eagles have escaped and been adopted by new owners and I love you, but. Kit was going to be alone with Beatrice, but it would be for the first time since she'd been born. That kind of solitary experience seemed easy when her daughter was more concept than person, a fluttering under her abdomen and comforting kick whenever she'd been at her most lonesome, but now? Beatrice, her own fully-fledged person - a daughter with her own past and expectations for how her mother should be, and how Kit actually was?

Terrifying. Her pulse throbbed under her neck, and Kit lifted one hand to rub anxiously at it, soothe it into submission as deftly as she tugged shut the zipper to her duffel. She was - Kit raised from her stoop, took a final inventory of the day's items with unseeing eyes - she would just have to live up to Beatrice's expectations, simple as that. Fine, easy, no different than any other goal she'd set for herself in the past, and Kit quite pointedly did not fail. Motherhood was... what, really?

Her thoughts stoppered at the genuine confusion blocking her thoughts. She knew she should have read the parenting books Dewey'd collected. Huffing out a sigh, Kit planted her hands on her hips and pivoted back to face her apartment's stairs, calling up a, "Ready?" and throwing all stoppered, fumbling thoughts away. Work on your feet, Snicket. "We'll have to be leaving soon, the next train runs in fifteen minutes."

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