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Her legs were killing her. All Kit could focus on was the cramping in her legs from being bent down and curled up for so long, not that her hands were any better in the situation nor her back; when you've been scrubbing floors all day you tend to ache all over. Current job of the day was to scrub the walls of some rich lady or anothers house, she didn't even ask their names anymore, and then to scrub down the floors; obviously Kit had completed job number one. Once a week she would have to come back and do it all over again, but it was another job added to the list of jobs she was carrying in her apron pocket, and the more jobs she had the more money to support her family.

Still, when she was all alone by herself like this she couldn't help but long for a day when she wouldn't have to work so hard. "What do they do with themselves all day?" She wondered aloud to herself on the subject of people who didn't have to work at all. Kit herself couldn't imagine at all never working, but it was easy to imagine what it was like when she was little and she only had one job. She let out a long sigh as she finished up the floor, and then she stood up, groaning slightly and struggling to stay on shaking legs. She yiped slightly as she almost fell back down, but then she merely laughed and clinged to the table for balance until her legs woke back up. "That was a close one!" She laughed to herself, but then she frowned. "I think this being alone all the time is making me insane... Look at me! I'm talking to myself!" Kit laughed again, albiet a bit bitterly, and she shook her head to chase away the thoughts.

Carefully she tested out her legs and balance, and once the world stopped wobbling under her, Kit hefted the bucket of dirty water up and made her way outside to pitch the water out. Seeing as there was no one around at the moment to hear her talking to herself, all of the servants had been ordered out of the kitchen to give her room to scrub the floors by herself, Kit allowed herself to start talking out loud again just to break the silence. "If I didn't have to take care of Dad I'd probably just run off into the woods and never come back... I'm sure I could take care of myself pretty alright. I've read books on plants before, and I've been blessed with an immunity to poison oak and ivy," She mumbled to herself, waddling slightly under the weight of the water. Kit shifted, taking a stance to be able to fling the bucket, and then she swung it forward, sending the dirty water flying across the flower beds. It was just dirt, lemon juice, and water, so she didn't see why it shouldn't go to good use. "And then there was that weird incident where those deer tried to following me the last time I ran away from home... Yes, I'm positive. I could live on my own out in the woods and be happy!" And with that final thought Kit drifted off into a daydream.

As she moved all the furniture back and cleaned up after herself, Kit was immersed in a world where she was clad only in the bare essentials, too much clothing would get caught on branches and such. Mostly she was drawing from the four times in her life she'd ran away from home, the last incident had been when she was thirteen. She would live in the woods, foraging for edible plants and hunting birds and rabbits when she needed meat, but at the thought of eating a rabbit she frowned. Just last year she'd a rabbit bounce right up to her in the middle of the street, lucky for her it was about 5 am and no one else was awake to hear her yelling at the rabbit to bounce itself right back into the woods; the last thing Kit needed or wanted was for someone to think she was a witch... though... Kit herself was having doubts on that.

There were a lot of skills she had that she kept to herself, like the fact that she could read faster than she could talk, that she could write clearly and fluently, and that she could draw anything from memory. Of course there were other, worse, skills she had; such as the fact her brother had taught her how to swim when she was three, the fact she could lie, cheat, steal, and manipulate people if she had to, and then there was the fact that most wild animals didn't seem to think of her as human at all by the way they treated her. Kit knew that if she ever met anyone like herself she'd probably be wondering if they were a witch, but instead of being upset she just smiled to herself and began making her way upstairs to get her payment for the day; maybe the real witches were the ones no one ever suspected of being witches, and that eliminated her right away. "How did I get from thinking about running away from home to thinking about witches?" She asked herself with a confused sigh; now, however, Kit had an urge to curl up at home with a story about magic and read herself to sleep.

Once upstairs Kit stopped outside the study door and smoothed her hair back, brushing the dirt and wrinkles out of her skirt, and then she knocked softly and called out in a voice just as soft. "Ma'am? It's Miss Kincaid. I'm here for the pay-" She cut herself off as the money was slid under the door. "Ment... Thank you, ma'am!" She called, a confused and rather flustered look on her face. Kit bent and picked the money up, sliding it under her apron pocket with a sigh. "Off to my next job then..." She whispered to herself under her breath, and then wearily Kit made her way to the next house that had hired her for the day. She let out another long sigh, groaning at the thought of having to pull all those weeds; still, a jobs a job right? "I'm going to be an old maid before I'm twenty." Kit groaned softly to herself, causing an actual nearby old maid to laugh. Blushing, Kit left the house, swearing silently to herself to stop talking outloud to hersel, though she knew she would probably be talking outloud to herself in an hour.

((Hey, the song goes: Out on your own, cold and alone again. Just thought I'd let you know. I have the CD with the lyrics book.))

Kit watched in partial curiosity and partial fascination as the other woman walked away, her mind spinning the words around in her brain. How strange she'd been imagning running away, and now some slightly odd woman had indicated the woods as a place to go if she needed sanctuary. She smiled slightly at the thought of being "fairly usual" and turned away to begin her walk on to the next place. The thought of being normal was almost funny. How could one be normal when they hid so many secrets? So many special skills? How could one be normal with a family like hers? At the thought of family she groaned slightly and touched her back. It was true she would probably get a bent spine from all of this work. How she wished she could just quit, but she had her Dad, her brother, her nephew, and her sister-in-law to all support. Sure, her brother worked, but no one else in her family did now.

She let out a sigh, walking slowly along the street, vaugely watching the other people walking by as she was lost in her thoughts. She knew she was probably going to be late, but she didn't really care. She was too absorbed in thoughts of her family. Christoff could barely do his job, and little Christian needed better food than what he was getting now so that he could grow up strong like his father had done. When they were little they had had to work hard for what they had, but they had had enough money they were never hungry. It broke Kit's heart to see her nephew hungry, and more often than not she gave up her food to him and ate food from the kitchens where she worked; she'd managed to convince most of her employers that she worked better with food on her stomach, so she ate there and brought food home for Christian as well. It was working so far, but she had a bad feeling he would probably get sick soon like his mother. Maya didn't have a very good constitution, and while Christian was healthy now he might have inherited her weak immune system.

Immersed in these thoughts, Kit barely registered the fact that people around her were whispering excitedly until someone whispered the word "Princes" almost directly into her ear. She jumped in surprise, snapping out of her mind and back into the real world, grey eyes wide in shock. 'Who said that?' She turned her head to the right where she heard the whisper, stopped in mid step. An old woman with a hunched over spine and dark gray hair scraped back into a bun, almost like a future version of Kit herself, was talking with an older man who was most likely her husband. "That's right, Jiro. I heard it meself. The Princes are all supposed to be coming here." She announced proudly, causing the man, Jiro, to hush her. "Keep it down, Kohana. Those are just whispers and rumors. There's no truth there..." He whispered, but the damage had already been done; Kit had heard and had drifted off into her mind again and she restarted on her journey to the other house.

What would the Princes want? Why were they coming? What were they thinking? What's the motivation? Why here? She frowned lightly and tried to consider all the angles, her eyebrows furrowed deeply over her eyes. Perhaps they were in need of servants? Perhaps she could get a job in the castle and be able to support her whole family? Or maybe they would hire her father to build something for them? What did they need, it all depended on what they needed. She let out a long sigh and reached up to smooth her hair back down, a kind of reflex from when she used to wear it down and would run her fingers through it. What would it be like if she did live and work in the castle? She smiled slightly now, thinking about how she would probably get a better dress, since most upper class people perfer their servants to look better than normal working class. She'd probably still work just as hard, but for more pay, and she might even get a room to sleep in at night.

Slowly the more romantic side of Kit's nature began to take over her realistic daydream, suddenly it wasn't just enough to simply work there, suddenly she was imagining bumping into one of the Princes. There would be one of those freezing of time moments, a love at first sight moment, and they'd start to try to run into each other just to see one another. Kit giggled to herself, blushing, as she slipped in through the servant's entrance. It would never happen, it could never happen, but it cheered her up and would probably be her daydream all through the rest of the day; and with something like that on her mind, the work would probably come easier and go faster.