Qeya River saw fires from far away

akkuma sought @Sakhmet, carrying a gift for his mother. a pale stone, chosen carefully for its smoky white-and-silver variegation and painstakingly painted in rich red berries to resemble..well, hopefully his mother. the effect was rough, silhouetted at best. he'd wrapped the stone in a flowering vine so that it framed the berrystain painting. the gift would not last forever, but akkuma hoped his mother would find it pleasing at least for a time.