[Llewellyn paused at the question, step slowing a bit absently as he tried to recall when the first photograph had been taken. Then again, Rhy’s world was one of magic, while his own was more about invention. Perhaps cameras simply hadn’t been created.]

Um... A photograph is a picture, an image captured by a machine. I... Don’t fully understand the process, Detective Murdoch is more of an expert on the matter. I’ve watched him develop the negatives to create pictures once or twice though for an investigation.

[He frowned a bit, wishing he had been able to follow the man’s explanation a little better, if only to be able to explain the process to Rhy. Although he couldn’t be blamed entirely, Murdoch wasn’t particularly good at explaining things so much as going off on long tangents.]

But uh— the process involves standing very still to avoid the image coming out blurred. I’ve had my picture taken... twice that I can remember?