Marathon!

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya had trained faithfully, just like she promised (and despite her period starting a few months after that promise. Really? She didn't need that!). The weights had been added by about the second month of training and she was really, really proud of her stamina!

And the marathon they'd chosen as their first was coming up this weekend, with fund raising as done by Elcy...and yeah. "Don't tell me you have to cancel!" she said into the phone, pulling one foot up to stretch out her thighs. "Don't! I can't go and do this alone!"

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[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah, I did." Braig admitted, "I meant to be up earlier, though." He really had planned to help look for things. "How's it going?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Thanks for not," Aya grinned. "I didn't up too long ago and if you'd been up before me the bed would have gotten cold!" Because she, herself, totally didn't generate heat on her own. Nope.

[sliceitwithwind]

Braig snorted a little, and dug into his food. "Thanks, dude. It's good."

Dilan smiled, then went back to foot rubs.

[mitochondriaaya]

When Dilan went back to footrubbing she sat up properly again and returned to her essay. "Dilan says he found stuff from when you were a baby!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Did he?" Braig asked, "Cool. Guess I know what we'll be doing the rest of the day."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yep! But we should poke around in the attic anyway? Later. When we feel like moving and stuff." Because maybe he missed some videos! Or maybe there were old tophats or something up there!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Sure, we could do that." Braig agreed, smiling at her.

Dilan nodded, "It's kinda cramped for me, though. I don't think I'd fit if all three of us were up there."

[mitochondriaaya]

"We coudl crawl around up there and find some really old boxes and trunks to pass down?" Aya offered. "Then open everything down here and see what we've got?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Sure!" Dilan agreed, happily.

"I'm pretty sure that dad's got some of gran'ma's old trunks up there." Braig said, "Like letters and stuff that gran'ma and gran'pa didn't want to store any more, but are part of family history."

[mitochondriaaya]

"It'll be fun! We haven't gotten into anything up there that is that old!" And when she felt like she could handle the ladder to the attic and they were getting restless they'd do that! "Did your grandma and grandpa love each other as much as your mom and dad?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah." Braig said, smiling a little, "They were arranged, you know? But gran'pa and gran'ma wrote letters to each other every day...I don't think we have all of them? But it's enough to know they loved each other." He laughed, "Although some of them are things like, Joshan, if you leave your boots in the hall one more time I shall hit you with a broom. Love, Errilea."

[mitochondriaaya]

"It's still nice!" Aya grinned, "My parents never talked to my grandma? She sent a letter once, to dad, after the funeral. It wasn't nice." At all.

She finished another paragraph and chuckled. "Love letters would be nice but I want to find a top hat!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"We might!" Dilan said, then admitted, "But it might be out at the mansion instead."

"Yeah." Braig agreed, "We'll have to go there soon and poke around."

[mitochondriaaya]

Ohhhhhh..."The attics there are more than big enough for all of us!" Hence the plural. Attics. Kinda rolled off the tongue didn't it?

"Are there any more muffins?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah, they are." Dilan agreed, "And yeah. Grab one for her, Braig?"

Braig stood and grabbed a muffin, then tossed it to Aya before sitting back down.

[mitochondriaaya]

"My essay is muffin powered!" Aya laughed. "And a map might not be a bad idea if we tackle the mansion attics? And a picnic lunch." And dust masks.

[sliceitwithwind]

They wouldn't need dust masks. Dilan would clean. He wouldn't be able to help it.

"I don't think there is a map, you'll have to make it." Braig mused.

[mitochondriaaya]

Yes, but if he was cleaning while they explored they'd need masks! And if he went up ahead of them to clean it'd spoil the fun! "Ohhh, we can be an exploratory team! Think we can get there for a few days between 4th of July and leaving for the Southern Continent?"

[sliceitwithwind]

True, true.

"We can try." Braig promised, "I'll talk to mom and dad."

"I think it's doable." Dilan mused.

[mitochondriaaya]

"It'll be a lot of fun!" And that was the closing paragraph! Hah! Aya passed her paper to Dilan for editing. "And I bet we can convince a tour group that the house is haunted from up there..."

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan set her feet down and started going over the paper. It didn't take long to give it editing, there was rarely anything that she needed to change, then he handed it back.

"No, monkey." Braig said, "Then we'd have ghost hunters trying to break in."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Ghost hunters would have to pay for a tour, and they'd never find anything!" Aya pointed out. "Your ancestors have better things to do than stick around right?" Aha, yeah, not too many changes! She could type the official copy tomorrow!

[sliceitwithwind]

"No making ghost noises." Braig said again, "Really."

Dilan stretched, "Baby videos?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Alright, no ghost noises." She might play little mute and deaf girl if there was a tour while they were there though. It was fun to go about her day while ignoring people!

"Baby videos!" Aya tucked her books back in her bag and gingerly climbed to her feet. Oh, ow. Yeah. Hobbling to couch now!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Thanks." Braig stuck his plate in the sink, then picked her up again. She really had no clue how he felt about her...it was so frustrating, but. Good for her.

Dilan flopped onto the couch and stretched out to take it all up.