Beatrix
Beatrix studied the man, with a curious tilt of her head, before her gaze wandered to the infant. "Certainly." Short, curt, she was too busy trying to figure out why she felt like she knew the man.
"Have we met?" She inquired, not bothering to elaborate on the fact if they had met, she'd have been about four feet and some inches tall, and six years younger, if not a bit more. Perhaps the strangest thing about the man in front of her was... that he was caring for a child.
If only she'd ever seen a man take care of a child before. Certainly not her own father, rest in shreds, daddy, who she did not remember... And certainly not Neron, her brother. In the Launceleyn family, what was left of it and what had existed, the women did all the work.
All of it.
To this day she'd attest that she did far more work than her darling brother.
"Have we met?" She inquired, not bothering to elaborate on the fact if they had met, she'd have been about four feet and some inches tall, and six years younger, if not a bit more. Perhaps the strangest thing about the man in front of her was... that he was caring for a child.
If only she'd ever seen a man take care of a child before. Certainly not her own father, rest in shreds, daddy, who she did not remember... And certainly not Neron, her brother. In the Launceleyn family, what was left of it and what had existed, the women did all the work.
All of it.
To this day she'd attest that she did far more work than her darling brother.
Aren't you trying too hard to please me?
