[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/28577c336232aad3fb697adc8afb5c1a/tumblr_inline_miycemBe1B1qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: the Museum [/center][hr][hr]	[color=00ccff]"At-a em kshat-ten; aru-a em kshent-a; nuk un rekesh-eksh-eth; teseriu hra-sen er-a. Nuk unv!"[/color] Nora said, her eyes a bit wide with terror once more as she spoke not of her own accord. The experience was still as terrifying as it had been the night before. A new fear was slowly beginning to engrain itself into Nora--the loss of control over her own body. While she had been crippled by sickness before, she still was able to determine the actions she took. But with this, some ancient tongue felt as if it temporarily controlled her, causing Nora to utter words that she was clueless as to their meaning. 

	Nora was as in the dark as Lauren was when it came to the languages of Egypt. She spoke Irish and English. Anything more than that required careful hours with a plethora of reference texts, just in order to decode meaning from various symbols. Despite living in Cairo for well over a year, Nora had not picked up the native language. English had sufficed thus far and she far preferred to focus on her studies of mathematics in her minor capacity of an assistant to her father with his work. 

	[color=00ccff]"I do not understanding this language either, Lauren,"[/color] Nora admitted, wishing to show a bit of solidarity with her friend. She had known Lauren longer than she had known anyone else currently present.