[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/bee698cb102a19ee1ec27e7824df84c1/tumblr_inline_mm98aqPSns1qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha[/center][hr][hr]With Neema turning her hand gently and examining the wound, Nora felt quite silly. She had always prided herself on an allegiance to facts and to reality. And although she had not ordered the Nobel Prize catalogue herself, it would not have been out of her character to do such a thing. A bluestocking to the very end, she would have excelled as a clerk, and was, quite frankly, wasting her potential by working for her father as an assistant. All of those thoughts flooded her mind, making her feel incredibly childish and foolish as Neema inspected the branding. 

[color=00ccff]"...Yes, there were,"[/color] Nora replied, her face a mixture of shock and confusion. She knew that it could simply be a party favor of some sorts. Perhaps a rationalization that no one would bother to create such an intricate brand if they were only to use it once. But at the same time, due to its mystical origins, it did appear to demand a mystical explanation. 

With her hand released, Nora glanced down at the branding once more, and then returned her attention to Neema. The mark of Bastet--if she recalled, the Lady Munn had come to a similar conclusion about the markings. She was about to ask what stories Neema had referenced, in order to learn more about the origin of the mark, when Neema looked deeply into her eyes. At first, Nora expected some sort of grave and dramatic statement, and she appeared nervous and ever so slightly terrified herself. The woman's good nature appeared to have vanished. 

[i]What does that mean?[/i] Nora attempted to say, but the words failed her. It was as if some force was compelling her, preventing Nora from saying anything else, or from reaching to her notebook, as was habit, to record the language she had just heard. No, instead, she heard herself reply in a language she did not quite understand, and her heart beat accelerated with true terror. She did not have control or comprehension of the words she uttered. 

[color=00ccff]"At-a em kshat-ten; aru-a em kshent-a; nuk un rekesh-eksh-eth; teseriu hra-sen er-a. Nuk unv!"[/color]