Cam nodded, sobering a bit as they thought about what must be the Voice's priorities right now, in the state Caido was currently in. For all the miraculous potential of their now-broken technology, laptops and phones wouldn't win the coming war -- not even cameras would really help with that. "I know. With everything that's going on, I can't imagine that she has much time for stuff that wouldn't work without wi fi anyway."
Cam took the palette, looking with interest over the old, dried colors, just to get an idea of what combinations were possible. Pretty much anything, it seemed like. They flipped through their sketchbook for something to base a painting on and found a sketch of a flower that they'd done a while back. Not a bad choice: the sketch was fairly detailed, and they thought they remembered the colors well; plus, flowers tended to look good no matter how roughly they were rendered. Taking up their pencil, they reached for the paper, then paused. "I'll definitely try oils, if they're more forgiving ... Do you usually do a sketch underneath, or just jump in with paint?"
For a long moment, Cam didn't reply to Bastien's question; they really had to consider it. Did they like it here? "Well, there's definitely stuff I miss from back home. A lot of my favorite things to do just aren't available here, and life here is just flat-out harder than at home." They did feel the lack of modern conveniences, not to mention modern medicine. "And I miss my friends and family. I wasn't close to a lot of people, but it's still wild to think that I'll never see them again. But, that said, I don't dislike being here. I think Caido is really cool, honestly. It's kind of funny, really -- when I was younger, I felt all disappointed because I figured I'd never be in an adventure like the ones I read about. Then I decided I didn't want to be anyway, because adventures are hard and dangerous. But here I am anyway!" They laughed. "If I were, like, 13, I would be over the moon."
Cam took the palette, looking with interest over the old, dried colors, just to get an idea of what combinations were possible. Pretty much anything, it seemed like. They flipped through their sketchbook for something to base a painting on and found a sketch of a flower that they'd done a while back. Not a bad choice: the sketch was fairly detailed, and they thought they remembered the colors well; plus, flowers tended to look good no matter how roughly they were rendered. Taking up their pencil, they reached for the paper, then paused. "I'll definitely try oils, if they're more forgiving ... Do you usually do a sketch underneath, or just jump in with paint?"
For a long moment, Cam didn't reply to Bastien's question; they really had to consider it. Did they like it here? "Well, there's definitely stuff I miss from back home. A lot of my favorite things to do just aren't available here, and life here is just flat-out harder than at home." They did feel the lack of modern conveniences, not to mention modern medicine. "And I miss my friends and family. I wasn't close to a lot of people, but it's still wild to think that I'll never see them again. But, that said, I don't dislike being here. I think Caido is really cool, honestly. It's kind of funny, really -- when I was younger, I felt all disappointed because I figured I'd never be in an adventure like the ones I read about. Then I decided I didn't want to be anyway, because adventures are hard and dangerous. But here I am anyway!" They laughed. "If I were, like, 13, I would be over the moon."
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