[Inko's face brightens at the request. She likes taking photos: she was often the designated photographer of the group, though both of her friends insisted that Inko spend time on the other side of the lens, too...
She bites her lip in thought.]
Okay. Sit over...
[She points over to where she took the photo before: moonlight is streaming through the thin fabric of one of the tapestries, and the entire area has an almost ethereal glow to it.]
no subject
She bites her lip in thought.]
Okay. Sit over...
[She points over to where she took the photo before: moonlight is streaming through the thin fabric of one of the tapestries, and the entire area has an almost ethereal glow to it.]
There. There's much better light there.