Natia sat in between Rasmus and Anastasha, the low table had a golden pot with detailed engravings on it. Nobody spoke, they all watched her pull the lid, revealing the big pile of dark brown paste with a rich sweet and floral smell. Rasmus knew what it was immediately, it was opium, and it was one of the many things that had been stuck in his mind.
Rasmus stared at Natia's hand and nails that were as white as bone and as sharp as fangs. His mind had one particular question for her, and it was her indulgence with opioids. For a Great Spirit like Yur to indulge themselves with something like that, it was bizarre because Great Spirits weren't like humans, no desire for worldly pleasure. Secondly, he was curious as to why she chose the human form and lived among humans.
