[Moments and sights in reality and… imprints them. Onto… parchment? Well. Paper. So… Beatrix looks befuddled for some moments before she finds her voice again.]

You are making it sound as though it is… a painting. Am I hearing you properly?

[Something that does that… so quickly… It sounds like quite the accomplishment. Beatrix is having a difficult time not being impressed by the idea. Paintings take months and sometimes years depending on the subject, availability of paint ingredients, and so on.]

I am admittedly intrigued. Her Majesty Brahne has had no shortage of paintings on display in the castle. How convenient it would be to have something that could create decor akin to it.