[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] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 5th, 1924 - 9:30 a.m. Local Time - A New Day[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center]
	Akhmed was more than happy to do whatever it was that Josephine wished of him. He dressed himself, albeit in a teasing manner. Once that was complete he held his arm out to her and they were off. On their way. A giddy grin was plastered on his lips as he made his way down the stairs, through the barracks to where morning breakfast was being held. It was later in the day than when he would normally have breakfast but he would have much rather preferred to stay in bed even longer. Perhaps a ice hotel room with room service would be warranted this evening. That was if she wished to have him company once again. 

	"If you wish I could get a hotel room for this evening, then we wouldn't have to crawl out of bed for breakfast," he whispered against her ear. 

	The receptionist smiled and gave a morning greeting to Lauren as she passed. The streets were bustling, people going this way and that. Several people were looking at their own copies of the morning addition and speaking in the local tongue about it. Or at least it seemed that way. A sand colored short hair cat brushed up against Laurens leg and meowed up at her as it kept rubbing itself against her legs. 

	Another hotel, another receptionist. This time along with the morning greeting acknowledged about the lack of room cleaning services needed today in Mosi's room and made a note of it. Outside, the city was a busy here as it was elsewhere but Mosi would be able to spot a certain Museum employee off in the distance as he went about his daily life. Unless he looked back, it would be highly unlikely he would spot her. 
	
	"Yes, of course, walks very well, very well," the man assured Mahendra about the food. 

	"I would love to," he said as he took a seat. "You look beautiful this morning, did you sleep well?" he asked as he got comfortable and poured them some tea. It was stronger than the normal English Earl Gray or Builders Tea and had an exotic smell to it. Placing a dollop of honey and a dried fig into the cup he handed it over to her. "Sip slowly," he warned her before fixing himself a cup. 

	Vera sat up slowly and felt the world on her shoulders, it had been a long night. She hadn't realized that George had remained with her that evening but when she saw him she didn't ask him to leave. There was a look of appreciation on her features that told him thank you even though she remained silent. George seemed to understand her unspoken words and nodded before walking over to the window and looking out of it. It seemed he was giving her a bit of privacy to ready herself for the day. She did, stepping behind the changing screen. Stepping out she was dressed in [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/05/b7/dc/05b7dc67496691b1fecad4bb8b0a9796.jpg]black[/url]. Not a color she normally wore and while her and Peter had not been wed or even engaged, that was what they would have been had he not died... Again... To her it was only fitting. Now that she was dressed and rested a hand on Georges shoulder to let him know she was ready, they made their way down to the breakfast room. 

	Eye puffy from a nights worth of tears were partially covered by a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/09/1d/db/091ddb7f39229dba82ddfff1a9f0385a--angel-of-death-costume-black-laces.jpg]mourning veil.[/url] George nodded at Josephine and her guest before leading Vera to a seat near the Lord Major and sitting himself next to her. Vera seemed to be distant right then as George tended to preparing them a morning tea. [color=598527]"Mmm, is there anything I can help with Lord Major?"[/color] he asked in a raspy voice, breaking the silence.