[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/kd2u1hytt/tumblr_m61mni_Rnrl1qcwddqo1_r1_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]	There was a slight blush to Nora's cheeks as Aton complimented her looks. In British society, she found that such a phrase was just superficial and didn't mean anything - yet she had come to the conclusion that Aton was not saying that to merely be polite. She never thought of herself as a particularly beautiful person. Her features always struck her as rather plain and mousey at times. Of course, a good part of that was because she never went for anything with flash or bright colors in her wardrobe. As long as she was comfortable, she found herself to be at ease - not that she wanted to look sloppy, of course. 

	[color=00ccff]"Yes, for perhaps the first time in some time,"[/color] Nora answered softly. She had been plagued by dreams almost every night in Cairo - dreams that never made any sort of sense. Her sleep had been restful and did not include omens of horrors to come - for which Nora was thankful and yet, perplexingly, a little disheartened. If her dreams were able to give meaning to the strange events that had begun to occur, then she wanted them to occur at the greatest frequency they could, whilst still allowing her to function during the daylight hours. [color=00ccff]"Thank you,"[/color] Nora then said with a small smile, taking a slow sip of the offered tea.