Valery was leaning against a wall while in her hand she held a bottle of blood and in her other hand was a glass goblet. She took soft sips while her eyes were closed with an unwavering peace. On her mouth a soft smile was firmly on her face.
Anyone who saw her would think she was addicted to old blood. Maybe not the low quality old blood but the high quality old blood that gives a smooth feeling as if it were alcohol, whereas if it were the low quality old blood this would be a quality, burning sensation that runs through the body.
Valery's ears give small tremors, his ears caught the voices of Thunder and Mistress Thunder without difficulty, just at this moment he understood that they had already finished talking.
"They are very close, she looks better with a smile than with the serious and depressed face I met her with" Valery murmured.
