[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]To say that Nora was confused and shocked was a bit of an understatement. Her family were Christians, of course, and she was familiar with the concept of speaking in tongues. But she always thought it was silly, perhaps a metaphor for something else, something with more basis in reality. To be frank, Nora was not even quite certain if she herself was religious. She never found much comfort in Christianity. It was too mythic for her. 

[color=00ccff]"I am a....guardian...for a....god?"[/color] Nora repeated, an eyebrow arched. [color=00ccff]"I am hardly even treated as a being capable of rational thought--I am nothing more than a courtesy title in this world, the youngest daughter to be married off to some reputable man...But never before have I fancied myself to be those things--and yet, I cannot call myself a guardian to a goddess either."[/color] 

She had resigned herself to living in a world that did not accept her a long time ago. Though she knew it could not have been so, she always fancied that from birth, she knew that she could not fit in among the others. There was no point in wasting energy to try to impress others, or even to attempt to change society to accept those like her. She had accepted her lot in life. And when it came to tales of magic and romance, she regarded them as myth--as tales told to explain science, as silly fantasies that denied true understanding of the world. 

But she glanced down at the mark on her hand, and she recalled the words she had uttered. Either Neema spoke the truth or she was insane. She supposed that the insane would fancy themselves to be sane and never consider the possibility of madness. Neema speaking the truth seemed to be the more likely case. Finally, Nora raised her head to regard Neema.

[color=00ccff]"If I have been chosen as a guardian for this goddess, I should like to know what she needs such protection against,"[/color] Nora asked quietly. [color=00ccff]"I hardly fancy it is a mathematical proof that the goddess perceives to be such a grave danger to her person."[/color]