Mm, like a painting, but-- ah, see! [she watches avidly, glad they're distanced enough from everyone that she doesn't have to act. The glossy little square goes from ink-black to colourful in moments, the treeline appearing on it in perfect detail.
she squints, gears in her head almost visibly turning.
the bunny, apparently having successfully proven to herself that the 'camera' still works, goes into a talk about colour and composition that goes totally over a-Qing's head.]
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she squints, gears in her head almost visibly turning.
the bunny, apparently having successfully proven to herself that the 'camera' still works, goes into a talk about colour and composition that goes totally over a-Qing's head.]