[The leather strap was big, and heavier than it looked. Aisling ran careful fingers over the metal surface with all its bumps and oddities. Oh! The bumps moved! She almost dropped it as light shone up out of it to form a detailed picture of a woman with long, dark hair laughing at her. She held the device out at arm's length, wide-eyed, as the picture shifted to display a pale-haired woman, and then a narrow-faced woman with tilted eyed. Aisling's curiosity overcame her surprise, and she brought it back close, cocking her head and reaching tentative fingers to try and touch the face morphing into a man with dark skin and very short-cropped hair.]
They're pictures! But, they're not drawn on anything. And they change.
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They're pictures! But, they're not drawn on anything. And they change.