[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/55528186813dccd560114a2590f734d1/tumblr_mt8e69usYF1sec2hzo7_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Bank of the Nile River (C10)[/center][hr][hr]Her fingers passed through the water, grasping nothing. On occasion she scooped down more, until practically half of her arm was engulfed by the waters of the Nile. Still, like sand slipping through her fingers, the curious object eluded her grasp. In the near distance, she heard soft footsteps, and she turned, her eyes widening as she spotted the image begin to move. Carefully glancing around to ensure her father was not near to scold her, Nora dashed after the object, keeping a careful distance from the water. At each point she stopped to try and grasp it, she threw rocks into the water first, noticing that the object continued to move and no creatures came out of the depth to feast on her flesh. 

Eventually, the image came to a stop, and Nora attempted to pluck it from the watery depths. As she began to bend down, however, she noticed a respectable gentleman and a movie starlet. Startled by their presence, Nora stood up straight, hiding the burning finger behind her back. The searing sensation did not let up, and acting as naturally as she could, Nora clasped her hands in front of her, noting the brand. [i]Father will be displeased...[/i] Nora thought with slight dismay, ignoring the consequences. Magic of some sort was at hand, or perhaps, the couple in front of her was behind the matter.

[color=00ccff]"Charming weather, isn't it?"[/color] Nora greeted cordially, yet her words had no warmth behind them. They were stiff and mechanical, the traditional conventions of the British. Had she been able to, she would have offered them a cup of tea, and commented on the state of the nation since the war had finished. Extending her hand to them, Nora smiled tightly. [color=00ccff]"Miss Kingston, daughter of Dr. Kingston, a professor of anthropology at Victoria University."[/color] she introduced herself, tilting her head slightly as if to inquire after their names. 

As soon as the pleasantries were over with, Nora intended to head over to the museum. An egyptologist would likely be on hand, and she may be able to coerce them to examine the sketch of the brand. It wouldn't do for them to see the brand itself, and perhaps if she claimed it was an urgent matter for Dr. Kingston, they would acquiesce to her request. It wasn't very often that Nora headed to the museum, with her father sending her on [i]urgent[/i] errands--such as washing his linens and scheduling his teas. It was hardly fulfilling. [color=00ccff]"I do apologize, but I must be off to the museum in a few moments,"[/color] Nora apologized, smiling uneasily. [color=00ccff]"It has been a pleasure to make your acquaintance, the both of you. If you should ever be in Garden City, do call upon me. I would be delighted to receive you under other circumstances than these."[/color]