Qeya River atiga

akkuma. the heart that bleeds.
the boy accepted this new moniker in thoughtful silence. the heart that bleeds. he did not understand it, but he wanted to. his own silver eyes were solemn and glazed with a far-away sheen as he followed his father's commands. he stood on ceremony with the air of one whose mind drifted elsewhere, a thousand miles at sea.
the heart that bleeds.
he went to his mother with stones in tow, delicate with his teeth now that he had begun to grasp some of the importance of them. his thoughts remained with his father's words, however. he needed to know; he needed to understand.