Aya is little used to having the opportunity to set her own priorities, but she likes it. She's not hurting for any material resources, and the organization of the attic would produce those more than anything else; and she has this entire bookshelf closer to hand. So the attic, which may or may not contain ghosts, languishes; and she steadily works through the book collection. Right now she is on the third in a series of myths from the old religion; this volume is about Aelare, the trickster.
namesthesky
Aya sits, although she does crane her neck so she can continue to see if Piper has anything else to say. "I assume if you've been okay in an attic for a really long time you don't have much biology left, if any, but do you sleep?"
namesthesky
"It really doesn't. Do you have anybody who might still be alive that you'd like - I don't know, sent a letter?"
namesthesky
"I guess if someone left a page close enough for you to read it, for long enough, you could join up the letters to sounds if you were bored - and you've probably often been very bored."