Re: Ragnar and Marta: Museum
[[I am! And now I'll be able to post more regularly again, hopefully. As for photos, go for it. Just give a warning if it's particularly gruesome please.]]
"Sky burial..." Marta repeated the words softly in one of Ragnar's pauses. She looked closely at the photo, standing still and letting the image sink into her. It was morbid and could easily turn a person's stomach, but it didn't have that effect on her. She listened to what Ragnar was saying, like a voice-over to the visuals in front of her.
She startled at the gentle touch to her back, but she didn't flinch away. Instead, she let herself be guided to the next portion of the exhibit, the temple being familiar enough from her consumption of too-large library books, and she nodded. Acknowledging more than just a single thing. "It's a wheel," she replied softly, rubbing her thumb absently over the ink on the inside of her left wrist. "It keeps turning."