[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/1d4afdb6f7e02b3b34094fb5924e703702fa148f_m.jpg[/img][hr]Location: Egyptian Museum[/center][hr][hr]At the Lord Major's similar verbal dance, Nora felt herself more and more at ease. The question of her title always amused her. From a well to do family, her father would often be called Lord Kingston, and her mother, Lady Kingston. But due to his doctorate in anthropology, he often insisted upon its emphasis. And given that she was bedridden at the beginning of her childhood, most of the relatives still thought of her as the sickly creature -- Miss Kingston, as was the proper title for the small girl. She had spent a decent portion of time in the hospital, after her family had been forced to concede that they could not provide due care for her. 

[color=00ccff]"If pressed, I must say Lady Kingston would be the appropriate title, Lord Major,"[/color] Nora responded, her words a bit hesitant. [color=00ccff]"But Miss Kingston will suffice and has been the preferred manner of address for my person since I was but a small girl. I am sure you understand, with two sisters and my dear mother, the title Lady Kingston can become quite a perplexing affair."[/color] She bowed her head slightly, offering a gentle smile to the old British man. He seemed to be the one with a similar grasp on social etiquette, with Haakon and Josephine merely parroting Nora's own introduction. 

However, she couldn't help but be taken slightly off guard as Drake kissed the back of her hand, releasing it with a wink. The slight startle came from the movement of her hand, unwillingly, causing the pain of the brand to once again present itself. It took all of the courage she could muster not to scream and pull her hand back, instead enduring Drake's compliments. He seemed to be a fine fellow, but marriage wasn't for her. And if she found him to be attractive, her family would never live down the scandal of Nora marrying anyone outside of the acceptable social class. 

[color=00ccff]"It's a genuine pleasure,"[/color] Nora said, yet her words were quiet. A small twinkle grew in her eye at Vera's comments. [color=00ccff]"I am certain Mr. Drake would not do anything untoward, Lady Munn. He [i]must[/i] possess untold dignity to have come thus far, and to work with persons outside of the general social customs. It is quite admirable."[/color] 

As Vera offered pen and paper, Nora politely declined, producing her own pocket journal. With her wounded hand resting on her lap as she gingerly took a seat, she readied herself to present her sketches and drawings, all recordings of the strange dreams she had been experiencing. However, her customs dictated that she should first allow the gentlemen to speak--unless, of course, she was called directly upon.

It was rather odd, of course. As much as Nora felt unfilled and empty from traditional English customs, she couldn't bare to part from them. They were her entire world.