Sarah is sitting at the rowing machine, putting it to good use. It's by far her favorite out of all the machines in the gym. Ryleigh is with her today, since the gym won't be too busy, and Sarah is keeping an eye on her to make sure she doesn't hurt herself.
- "When you grow up a military brat, you stay restless for the rest of your life. Part of you constantly yearns to move. We are the true gypsy souls." Message Me - 19:37, April 5, 2019 (UTC)
She knew her mother was keeping an eye on her as she was over in the dueling side of the room, currently working at one of their many punching bags, flipping and jumping about and sending the bag swinging with every impact. Ryleigh pulled away from the bag, moving to throw herself into a gymnastics routine, flipping across the floor and coming to stand at Sarah's side, breathing heavily and a bright smile present. "Mom..?"
Even she can hear Ryleigh's stomach growl. "Good lord, sweetheart. Do I need to set a timer so you can remember to eat?" She stands up from the machine with a soft grunt of effort. "Of course we can grab a bite - but what had you so busy you forgot twice in a row?"
- "When you grow up a military brat, you stay restless for the rest of your life. Part of you constantly yearns to move. We are the true gypsy souls." Message Me - 17:45, April 6, 2019 (UTC)
She blushed again. “Homework. I wanted to get everything finished in the first week of summer.” Ryleigh answered, leaning against her mother slightly to provide some support. “So late nights and forgetting to eat happened.” Ryleigh ran a hand through her hair, dislodging the bun it was in. “Maybe a timer might be a good idea..?” She admitted sheepishly.