he brings it up for her to see
"is a painting i have been making of my mother, at least when i remembered her"
the painting shows a pretty, pale woman wearing traditional lunari robes
she had flowing black hair that went down along her back near her waist.she beared the symbol on her forehead of a lunari.
here eyes were soft and glowing green, much like the way his did on occasion.
she was smiling, much like the way a mother lovingly smiles at their child
"i thought you might like this, and i don't think there's many like this anymore.'