10-22-2015, 04:34 PM
(( was waiting on Elias to respond but here ya go.))
"What about you both? What were you doing? If I may ask, of course."
A question she didn't have to dodge. It was logical, it was true and there was proof she was who she said she was. Sierra smiled and looked their hostess in the eyes despite the desire to turn them down because she didn't have her contacts in.
Sierra lifted the camera around her neck. "I had been in the country taking winter photographs of the local flora and fauna outside of Moscow. I was on my way back to Moscow when your son stumbled upon us. It's hard to take pictures when your storage has been all used up. I need a nice warm place to keep my laptop dry and plugged in while I sort through the shots."
Sierra was proud of her work, she lived in the wilderness the creatures accepted her and the shots she could produce were rarely seen by other photographers who just went out to shoot for a day or so.
There were plenty of pictures she was sure National Geographic would buy and probably even a few other local places to showcase tourism and such. She was sure she would even get a few bad eggs looking to see her work for poaching purposes. Sierra fought the memories of what had happened to Snow. She couldn't and wouldn't break down in a strangers house and particularly not those that would look down upon her.
Edited by Sierra, Oct 22 2015, 04:34 PM.
"What about you both? What were you doing? If I may ask, of course."
A question she didn't have to dodge. It was logical, it was true and there was proof she was who she said she was. Sierra smiled and looked their hostess in the eyes despite the desire to turn them down because she didn't have her contacts in.
Sierra lifted the camera around her neck. "I had been in the country taking winter photographs of the local flora and fauna outside of Moscow. I was on my way back to Moscow when your son stumbled upon us. It's hard to take pictures when your storage has been all used up. I need a nice warm place to keep my laptop dry and plugged in while I sort through the shots."
Sierra was proud of her work, she lived in the wilderness the creatures accepted her and the shots she could produce were rarely seen by other photographers who just went out to shoot for a day or so.
There were plenty of pictures she was sure National Geographic would buy and probably even a few other local places to showcase tourism and such. She was sure she would even get a few bad eggs looking to see her work for poaching purposes. Sierra fought the memories of what had happened to Snow. She couldn't and wouldn't break down in a strangers house and particularly not those that would look down upon her.
Edited by Sierra, Oct 22 2015, 04:34 PM.