[A voice answers tentatively from a short distance behind Lunafreya. A hooded man dressed in black and red and sporting fresh bandages on one hand and wrist (wasn't that trip through the snowstorm fun! no, no, it wasn't) steps up, his gaze fixed on the strange, winged, picture-taking bot thing.]
Magic machines, maybe? Machines imbued with magic?
[Still trying to puzzle it out here. Terra glances down at her photos only to quickly avert his eyes. It just feels plain rude to look at others' magic memory machine pictures without invitation.]
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[A voice answers tentatively from a short distance behind Lunafreya. A hooded man dressed in black and red and sporting fresh bandages on one hand and wrist (wasn't that trip through the snowstorm fun! no, no, it wasn't) steps up, his gaze fixed on the strange, winged, picture-taking bot thing.]
Magic machines, maybe? Machines imbued with magic?
[Still trying to puzzle it out here. Terra glances down at her photos only to quickly avert his eyes. It just feels plain rude to look at others' magic memory machine pictures without invitation.]
Did you get pictures of your home, too?