[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]Nora chuckled slightly at Neema's joke, recognizing a certain truth there. Humanity may have many talents, but twisting the truth by accident, without the intention of doing so, was a talent that humanity has in spades. But to her, it seemed unlikely that the meaning of the words she had spoken were [i]I like cat[/i]. It was no accident that she had felt compelled to speak a language that she did not understand and for it to match the tales that Neema's family had been passing down for ages. As insane and odd as it was, Nora believed the woman. 

She flinched slightly as the rag was pressed against her wound, yet a moment later, the pain began to slip away. And to her benefit, there were no opiates included. The sexist and patriarchal doctor had nearly been entirely forgotten by her, with the events of that night finally having some explanation offered to them. For a woman who prided herself on dealing in only things that were true, the explanation of the more magical and mythical events was quite welcome. 

Nodding at Neema, Nora felt compelled to hug the woman, but she allowed the distance to remain between them. She may have been branded and chosen by a god, but she was still a quiet and reserved individual by nature. She smiled slightly at the reassurance that she was safe, though to be truthful, she had not quite yet considered that. Though it would make sense--if she had been chosen to perform a task, there must be those who would aim to stop her. There would be no need for her services otherwise. 

[color=00ccff]"I would like that,"[/color] Nora replied quietly, after Neema had informed her that she would come in the morning with breakfast and that they could continue to speak. The Lady Munn had requested her presence tomorrow, yet she had not yet sent word with information regarding the time nor the place. It should not be so early in the day, however, Nora imagined--noon appeared to be far more likely. 

She smiled again ever so slightly at Neema's parting words, whispering a word of thanks to the kind woman before Neema left, leaving the tray behind. She was rather hungry, but Nora's mind was more preoccupied with the information that Neema had shared with her. The branding on her finger had happened near the Nile--and it had happened to others as well. They had been chosen to guard a goddess, the very goddess whom the Lady Munn identified after initially seeing the brand. 

Standing from her seat on the couch, Nora approached the window and looked out into Cairo, before then feeling incredibly foolish. [color=00ccff]"Why did you choose me, goddess?"[/color] Nora whispered, looking out into the night. Neema's words early did ring true for her--that she was chosen because she was capable of the task at hand, yet she knew not the task at hand. 

But above all else, for perhaps the first time in Nora's life, she felt [i]alive.[/i]