[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Deeper%20Than%20The%20Sands:%20Chapter%20One&name=prinp___.ttf&size=30&style_color=f7976a[/img][hr][@rivaan] [@Pundii] [@Morose] [@Nallore] [hr][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 4th, 1924 - 11:00 A.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][/center] 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Barracks (Infirmary/Courtyard):[/i][/b][/color] Vera looked over towards Lauren gratefully and a small smile broke on her lips despite the nervousness she seemed to be having, and sickness that was flooding her. The medic kept a close eye on her, looking at the dramatic change when Peter entered the room. He had an idea what was going on but figured it was surely not his place to say anything with so many there. 

	"Oh yes, just a small fainting spell, Lady Munn should feel better over time," he said before giving Lauren a wide eyes look of ~I ain't saying shit~ to her before turning away from the group. Vera nodded slightly in confirmation. 

	[color=f7976a]"Oh yes, I am fine. Just the drink and heat. It has.."[/color] she began to say before noting that William was storming out of the room. Swallowing the lump in her throat she looked down and closed her eyes. Of course he was leaving, there was another man there now. The one that courting her. Why would he want to stay around now? He wouldn't. He could wash his hands of her, pass her off on Peter, and be on his way. 

	[color=82ca9d]"I see, well we should get you to bed to rest then,"[/color] Peter said, not completely convinced but he wasn't going to press the issue. He just wanted to make sure that she was alright and could rest. Vera shook her head slightly. 

	[color=f7976a]"I... I can't. I sent word this morning to meet with Lady Kingston at the museum. I meet with her in an hour. I should hurry over there,"[/color] she said in protest to the idea of her going to bed. There was a quick exchange between her and Peter about how she needed rest versus her needing to keep the appointment and that she felt fine. Peter did not like the idea, especially since he needed to remain at the barracks for a time to work out paper work with his uncle so he could remain within the barracks and help. Vera eventually assured him that Lauren would be with her and what better place for her to be than in the one place she enjoyed being more than anywhere? Surely reading books and sitting wouldn't take too much out of her. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Very well, I will be over there by tea time to check on you,"[/color] he said before kissing her brow and thanking Lauren for being such a good friend to Vera. Excusing himself he went to find his uncle. Once he was out of the room the Medic excused himself as well and shut the door. Once the men were gone, Vera sunk onto the examination table and let out a long breath. 

	[color=f7976a]"I am beginning to think I am sick..."[/color] she admitted meekly as she looked over towards Lauren. 

	Out in the courtyard, Aziza stood there looking out over the Nile. Her thoughts swimming about tales she had heard growing up stories she had wished she could have told her own son. She didn't even notice Harry come up behind her until he spoke. Turning around she looked up at him. Seeing him there put her almost at instant ease. He seemed to have a calming effect on her mind and thoughts when he was around. 

	[color=a187be]"Just worried,"[/color] she said truthfully to him. Gathering the folds of her shawl she pulled it better around her, wrapping the ends around her forearms a bit. [color=a187be]"I am scared,"[/color] she added as she looked down and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She looked nervous for a minute before taking a step forward and burying her face against his chest. Her arms slowly slipping around him. 

	It was not like Aziza to suddenly press her body against a man, or to hold onto him the way she was but she needed comfort right then and she trusted Harry. [color=a187be]"I am sorry. Just so much has happened recently. I worry. I...."[/color] she said softly before tilting her head back and slowly gazing up to him. [color=a187be]"Can we speak? In private?"[/color]

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Cairo Headed Towards The Museum:[/i][/b][/color] "Ahh, well I a sure there is more. At least I do hope there is. Would be a shame if they had lent out the pieces to another museum right now," Neema said in passing as they continued on their way. It wasn't uncommon for museums to trade pieces of a collection for a time, or to lend them to get attention of the locals. Some trade was done for research purposes, others was to try to get more people interested in traveling. Neema just hoped that the things she was referring to were still there. She wasn't sure if they would help but if they could at least rule out anything, well that would be something. 

	Taking another few turns Neema slipped down a side street. They seemed further from the museum than they should have been but they had time and this route was far less congested than the main roads that they were having to cross from time to time. Letting out a slowly breath Neema continued walking, felines still seemed to be watching them but if Neema was aware of it she wasn't saying anything about it. 

	"Neema!" a man called out from behind a countered window along the side street. Neema smiled over to the man and waved. He was younger than Neema and seemed to be very busy right then spouting off about his food to those that were passing by. A dark haired foreign woman was sitting at the counter, among other locals, and a red headed woman was standing near the man that called out to her.  

	[color=f7976a][i][b]The Road To The Museum:[/b][/i][/color] Rosheen smiled a bit as she looked over towards Mosi. "Oh, um," she said looking at Mosi's plate and then raising her eyes upwards as she did a bit of what seemed to be calculating in her head. "Trying to figure out American..." she admitted. Biting her bottom lip slightly her eyes closed for a minute in thought before finally coming back to Mosi's properly. "It's 5.89 Egyptian, I think that is thirty-six cents American," she said but she wasn't exactly sure of her conversion right then. They didn't get many tourists back there on the side street so having to convert to anything outside of the local money wasn't a common occurrence.  

	Looking over at the cat she smirked. "Yeah, I can get some for her," she said before turning and whisking away to the other side of the counter where the food and dishes were being prepared and held. Grabbing a small bit and a bowl she fixed up a small sampling for the feline and poured some almond milk over it. Coming back over to Mosi she set it down on the counter next to her. "There you go, that should make your new friend happy," she said with a light smile. 

	The cat rested back on her hind quarters and meowed up at Mosi, batting playfully at the leg of her pants a bit as if to say - feed me! Rosheen leaned over the counter to get a better look at the cat. "Haven't seen this one before, but that isn't saying much, there are always new cats running around here," she said before shrugging to herself. Glancing over as she heard a name called out Rosheen smiled and waved towards Neema. "Neema! How are you?"