[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/506955f12eff434c4e644016d5ff9d05/tumblr_inline_mm97qoYqfx1qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha[/center][hr][hr]	While Nora had been uncertain before as to whether or not to ask Neema to accompany her to see Lady Munn, her uncertainty vanished. Neema knew things that she could not have possibly known, without extensive studying of individuals and situations she had not known before. She had quickly made a believer of Nora, as the evidence gave credibility and truth to Neema's words--even if her words spoke of magic and gods. 

	[color=00ccff]"Yes, the journalist is quite determined...He has a proclivity for bringing offense, but I believe that is from his desire to get the scoop of the century, so to speak. From what I have noticed, he does not understand the implications of his own actions,"[/color] Nora said, reflecting on Haakon's behavior with Peter Keystone. She then switched her mind to thinking of Josephine, the bold social butterfly. She had managed to charm Mr. Drake and did seem to possess more than her fair share of pride. [color=00ccff]"The American, yes, she is endearing and prideful. Her method of employment, I believe, is as an actress...She has a way with men--and if memory serves, I believe she was mistaken for a prostitute."[/color] 

	There was not much more that Nora knew about Haakon and Josephine. They had been whisked away by the Lord Major, along with her friend Lauren, to a place with more privacy, as to allow the more academically inclined minds a chance to work. But she was more fixated with Neema's correct guess of the date of her birth. She had indeed been born between the first and seventh of January. She was the Nile? She could hardly comprehend that, with her feeling that her greatest connection to the river was that she did enjoy to swim. 

	[color=00ccff]"Yes, yes...I was born on the fifth of January,"[/color] Nora said, biting her lip slightly. [color=00ccff]"Neema, what does this pyramid mean? What does it mean that I am the Nile? Is that...is that perchance a good thing?"[/color] 

	She could only but hope that it was. Seeing the way the pattern of her brand had been burned into the bandage had been alarming, almost nearly as alarming as the events from before. She felt as if she were drowning at this very moment, struggling to comprehend the events that had been set in motion.