[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's cheeks burned slightly at Neema's comments. Never before had she quite been praised for her intelligence, with British society preferring to focus on looks and status. Even when she pursued a certificate in mathematics, it had just been that--a certificate. All of the same coursework given to the men who earned degrees, yet not the same result. Beyond her eldest brother, no one had ever quite complimented her in such a matter. 

And for Neema, a stranger, to validate one of Nora's desires--the desire to avoid marriage at any price? She half wished Neema had been her real mother. She could quite easily grow to like the woman, Nora concluded. [color=00ccff]"Thank you, Neema,"[/color] Nora said, bowing her head ever so slightly. [color=00ccff]"You are quite too kind."[/color]

Had she not been so gravely ill as a child, perhaps laudanum would have surprised her more. But before the turn of the century, it had been a standard medical remedy for all sorts of troubles. There had been a brief period in which the doctors had used a dilute portion of it on her, until they were able to identify the cause of her illness. To see it her now was mildly surprising, nonetheless. And perhaps a bit curious as well. 

[color=00ccff]"It would seem he wishes to correct hysteria with opiates,"[/color] Nora mused. That was perhaps one explanation for it. Any of the laudanum on the bandage, Nora figured, would have already entered her system. There would be little point in removing the bandage, and expose the wound in the process.