[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/b877b3d05ee4d97909a15a627650a203/tumblr_oit79jG55r1v01x2co1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location:[/b][/color]  Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha
[color=00ccff][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A
[hr][/center]	Nora slowly closed her eyes, unable to help but wonder if she would be experiencing more ominous and foreboding dreams. She kept her journal close to her, knowing that the details would be clearest just after she awoke. She didn't want to forget a single detail, in order to consult with Neema and see what she could learn. She didn't feel she could discredit any sources of information yet, especially given that Neema's did appear to explain the occurrence of events whereas other methods of reasoning had no answers. She intended to give serious consideration to this hypothesis and seek out more information, to either support it or discredit it. 

	She rolled over slightly, knowing that it'd irritate Spot a bit but that her dog would get over it quickly. He wouldn't even remember that she had disturbed his slumber a moment later. Nora sighed a bit, finding that sleep was still eluding her and she opened her eyes, staring at her bandaged finger where the brand was. She could still recall the intense searing pain and knew that the mark would be there for the rest of her life. It was just further evidence that she wasn't quite meant for the world of manners and politics - that British society would never accept her and she would never be a part of it. Nora shut her eyes again and just listened to the sound of her own breaths.