In the Attic, a story of theAunt Family for the Mini-Giraffe Call
For 
clare_dragonfly's prompt
Aunt Family has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ
Modern Era; see tree. After Visiting Aunt Eva ( LJ
"All right, we've got one more box to go through." Eva smiled ruefully at her niece. "Thanks, Bell, I know this isn't really how you want to spend your Saturday night."
Bellamy colored brightly, confirming Eva's suspicions. "I don't mind hanging out with you, Aunt Evie. And it's kind of neat, all the old stuff that's all over your house. Doesn't the family ever throw anything out?"
"Well, I had that giant garage sale, and the family nearly had a heart attack." She hauled the old box - it looked like a wine crate, once she blew the dust off - out of the attic, and down into the bedroom she had turned into a curating room. "But, between you and me, Bell, I think the family treats the Aunts' houses as a place to dump everything they don't know what to do with."
"Is our family really odd," the girl asked slowly, "or, I mean, is just kind of faking the weird? I mean, Jenny at school, her parents do that thing where they talk to dead people, but it doesn't sound anything at all like what we do."
"Mm." Eva pursed her lips. "Some people also do things like our family. And some people do things in different ways."
"And some people are big fakers?" Bellamy guessed.
"And some people are big fakers." Eva began pulling things out of the box slowly. "Let's see, this is mostly Aunt Zenobia's stuff, but there's a note here that some of it she packed from her Aunt Beulah."
"How far back does the family go?" Bellamy was rather inquisitive today; Eva chalked it up to boredom. But she didn't mind answering, as long as the kid didn't start yawning at her.
"I've found diaries and notes going back as far as 1690, but some of the older relatives say they know of stuff going back further." She smiled wryly at her niece. "I'm not old enough to be told stuff yet."
"That really sucks." Bellamy looked mildly despondent. "If you're not old enough, I'm NEVER going to find anything out." Then, before Eva could even cough, she blushed, and pulled something quickly out of the crate. "What's this?"
"That..." Eva studied the blue china thoughtfully, "is an ink pot. I just pulled out a matching pen." She fished for the pen, while Bellamy opened the pot. "There shouldn't still be ink..."
"It's blue," Bellamy murmured in awe. "Like the ocean. How is that possible?"
"I have found," Eva told her thoughtfully, "when digging in Aunts' old collections, just about anything is possible."
Inkpot
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clare_dragonfly's prompt
Aunt Family has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ
Modern Era; see tree. After Visiting Aunt Eva ( LJ
"All right, we've got one more box to go through." Eva smiled ruefully at her niece. "Thanks, Bell, I know this isn't really how you want to spend your Saturday night."
Bellamy colored brightly, confirming Eva's suspicions. "I don't mind hanging out with you, Aunt Evie. And it's kind of neat, all the old stuff that's all over your house. Doesn't the family ever throw anything out?"
"Well, I had that giant garage sale, and the family nearly had a heart attack." She hauled the old box - it looked like a wine crate, once she blew the dust off - out of the attic, and down into the bedroom she had turned into a curating room. "But, between you and me, Bell, I think the family treats the Aunts' houses as a place to dump everything they don't know what to do with."
"Is our family really odd," the girl asked slowly, "or, I mean, is just kind of faking the weird? I mean, Jenny at school, her parents do that thing where they talk to dead people, but it doesn't sound anything at all like what we do."
"Mm." Eva pursed her lips. "Some people also do things like our family. And some people do things in different ways."
"And some people are big fakers?" Bellamy guessed.
"And some people are big fakers." Eva began pulling things out of the box slowly. "Let's see, this is mostly Aunt Zenobia's stuff, but there's a note here that some of it she packed from her Aunt Beulah."
"How far back does the family go?" Bellamy was rather inquisitive today; Eva chalked it up to boredom. But she didn't mind answering, as long as the kid didn't start yawning at her.
"I've found diaries and notes going back as far as 1690, but some of the older relatives say they know of stuff going back further." She smiled wryly at her niece. "I'm not old enough to be told stuff yet."
"That really sucks." Bellamy looked mildly despondent. "If you're not old enough, I'm NEVER going to find anything out." Then, before Eva could even cough, she blushed, and pulled something quickly out of the crate. "What's this?"
"That..." Eva studied the blue china thoughtfully, "is an ink pot. I just pulled out a matching pen." She fished for the pen, while Bellamy opened the pot. "There shouldn't still be ink..."
"It's blue," Bellamy murmured in awe. "Like the ocean. How is that possible?"
"I have found," Eva told her thoughtfully, "when digging in Aunts' old collections, just about anything is possible."
Inkpot
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