[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/G3QtGLPv/tumblr_n83let5_PDb1sx6dsko1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Docks - The Ferry
[color=00ccff][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A
[hr][/center]	Josephine's words had stuck with Nora, the quiet mathematician contemplating them on the journey to the docks. She tried picturing a dream for herself - some sort of worthy cause for her time - yet she continually felt that she had fallen short. Did she want to be a clerk? Did she want to be in Egypt? Desire had been ridiculed as too strong an emotion by her mother - at first, due to fear that she would die if she became too emotional with her illness, and then at last, due to the British ton's emphasis on politeness and appearances. 

	By the time that they arrived at the docks, Nora had concluded that there was perhaps a single dream worthy of her time: to live. It was simple, yet she figured there was no shame in starting small - to go from the passive to the active. She followed Lady Munn up the gangplank, avoiding the loudmouthed woman, Mosi. She truly did detest her and would not have been taken aback if Mosi were to fall overboard on this trip. Her disgraceful and disrespectful treatment of Neema's death...It still had Nora shaken. 

	She attempted to distract herself with thoughts on Lady Munn's explanation about Bubastis. Cats were continuously popping up over and over again, yet that was to be expected - all the signs were pointing towards Bast. However, what she could not yet deduce was why, if Bast and Set were mortal enemies, those branded by Set were with them on this venture? If Neema was right - and Nora assumed that she spoke the truth - then those branded were supposed to protect the Bastet...Was one of their number the Set, then, for those with the other brands to guard?[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9370DB]Gene Benaszewski[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/bJVMf2cQ/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][color=#9370DB][b]Location:[/b][/color] Docks - The Ferry
[color=#9370DB][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A
[hr][/center]	Gene smirked at George a bit, pleased to see the surprised expression on his face - or at least, the remaining portions of it. [color=#9370DB]"Now, is that any way to greet your twin sister, Georgie?"[/color] she asked him, her dark brown eyes staring into his hazel eye. She took in a breath of the air, glancing around at the bustling docks. It was busier than she had expected and it thrilled her. For the last few months, she could have sworn she had been surrounded by toddlers and while she was a nurse, her patience was very much limited. A few of them she had wanted to send to the madhouse - permanently. 

	She pulled out a piece of candy from her pocket and unwrapped it, popping it into her mouth. She always had a terrible sweet tooth, no matter what age she was. It wasn't a habit she'd grow out of anytime soon. [color=#9370DB]"Little brother, I have loads to tell you and luckily, I've got a ticket for the same ship as you. So we'll have plenty of quality time to spend together catching up."[/color] As light as her tone might have seemed, the slight force and urgency in her words - actually giving a time and place for a talk - would clue George into the fact that she really did need to speak to him about something important. She glanced around once more, wishing that she had the time to go and get a trinket of some sort. She really did love collecting them. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Do I get a hug or are we still estranged from one another?"[/color] Gene quipped, finally letting him get a word in.