[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/54652ed085c6eb8fafa6ebd3fa2a48bb/tumblr_o7lty1TecE1rfd7lko1_400.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha[/center][hr][hr]Nora was taken aback for a moment, at the woman denying payment. The elderly woman had spunk, to say the least, and Nora couldn't help but have an honest smile grace her face. But to be truthful, she felt she had little need of the money herself. Her father was an earl, as well as excavating in Egypt--there was money enough in the Kingston family. [color=00ccff]"Then consider it a gift,"[/color] Nora explained, before putting the pounds on the tray. 

At the woman's candid nature, Nora's smile only increased. She tended to be a quiet person by nature, observing and reflecting, never quite coming out and saying whatever she meant to. On occasion, stronger personalities could coax words out of her, as Lady Munn had done earlier that evening. And with this woman, Nora found herself laughing--not the forced laughter of social necessities, but a true giggle. She [i]snorted[/i] at the woman's last comment. 

[color=00ccff]"Forgive me, I didn't catch your name,"[/color] Nora said finally. And then, in a purposeful choice, she introduced herself. [color=00ccff]"My name's Eleanor--Nora for short.[/color] She then showed the woman the bandage on her finger. [color=00ccff]"The man tried the very same here...Mentioned the treatment for hysteria, as if he had forgotten the very reason I had called for a surgeon, veiled as it may have been."[/color] She paused for a moment, contemplating as to whether or not to divulge the news of her wound. Yet she had a sense she could trust the woman. [color=00ccff]"I had been branded, and freann fuilteacha, he cared more about whether or not I can land a husband."[/color]

The woman's words amused her even more. She thought of her father and brothers, and found that for the most part, it was all correct. Only Ethan seemed to respect her as a woman--Edwin and Eric treated her like an infant. Ernest was dead, so she didn't care much to think of him. She wasn't one to think ill of the dead. Her parents had had an atrocious habit--each child's name began with the letter E.