[hr][center][h1][b][i]Scooby Gang[/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][i][color=82ca9d]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Grand Continental -> Barracks[/center][hr]	

	Aziza nodded slightly at Harry's words. They were friends but she would be lying if she were to say that she did not find the man handsome and a comfort to be around. He had always been kind to her and this evening especially so. Thinking on it she could understand Peters misconception and he seemed to take it in stride. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Of course,"[/color] Peter said with a smile that easily told he figured there was something more but that he wasn't saying anything. Looking over to his uncle as the car pulled away from the hotel, followed by the taxi. [color=82ca9d]"I am sure she is perfectly fine uncle. She seemed to have her wits about her, more than I can say for others I have met in my life,"[/color] Peter commented in passing as his hand ran over the top of his cane. 

	There were things he wished to discuss with his uncle but it wasn't for the ears of everyone. Aziza felt the same way, she wanted to talk to Harry about why she had flipped out so badly but not in front of others. Thankfully the ride back to the barracks was not to terribly far. The car containing the Keystones and guest rolled passed the gate and into the main courtyard while the taxi stopped outside of the gate and the door was opened for Haakon and Josephine so that they could step out and be escorted passed the gate itself. The driver being paid in the process.

	[color=82ca9d]"Ahh, here we are. Shall we?"[/color] Peter said as the door opened and he stepped out, leaning on his cane somewhat and glancing around. 


[hr][center][h1][b][i]Elsewhere In The City[/i][/b][/h1][/center][hr]

	Vera looked over towards Lauren and a look of subtle shock came over her features. Follow her heart? That was a first, at least as far as pieces of advice had gone concerning becoming betrothed. If she had asked her extended family, the ton, so called friends; they all would have given her very different advice. He is a man of means, marry him. He is a man of title, marry him. You are a blue stocking with no other prospects, marry him. Following her heart would have never left the lips of any of them. 

	She wasn't even sure how to follow her heart, if she ever did decide to. Sure she had bucked against the norms of society by having an actual career and not being wed yet but allowing herself to feel romantically for someone and follow that? She wondered if she was even capable of such a monumental feat. All she could do is slowly lower her eyes and nod in semi understanding. 

	She smiled though a little Lauren said she would be out of place where Lauren came from. [color=f7976a]"I think I would enjoy the company of your family, that is if they are anything like you Ms. Ridgeway."[/color] Vera's voice was sincere. She was actually enjoying Laurens company, at least the parts of it she could remember. Thinking on it though, she figured it was best she didn't really remember what she had said to her before she passed out. 
	
	Neema watched and listened to Nora carefully, a slight and curt nod of her head following the words that the woman had uttered. "I am sure that you are confused and wondering what you just said," Neema said with a gentle understanding. 

	"What you said was.... [i]My moment is in your bodies, all forms are my habitation. I am she who is not known, the rosey faced beings are with me. I am the Unveiled."[/i] It is part of the prayer to Bastet, one for her followers, her protectors. My dear child, it seems you have been chosen. Like a Medjai to a Pharaoh. You are a guardian for a God."

	Neema leaned forward every so slightly, lacing her fingers together as she watched Nora. She doubted this news would be taken well by anyone of science. It was hard for her to believe but the stories had been passed down from parent to child in her people for thousands of years. Perhaps they were more than just stories.