Barracks: Aziza looked at Harry quizzically as he informed her that he had had the same dream. He had dreamt of her as well? What was going on? Nodding she agreed with him that it could wait. The prospect of getting something in her stomach was welcome. And she was unsure of just what to discuss about her dream. She remembered it clearly but he was in it. Sure there was another. Lady Munn, whom had come in with the younger Keystone. She looked about as off as Aziza felt right then.
Stepping over to the table with Sgt. Walsh she retook her seat and smile pleasantly enough at the new arrivals.
"Morning," she said as she sat her plate down on the table. Her eyes going over to the man with the guards that had come in with Mr. Drake. She had seen him before but she couldn't quite place where. Perhaps he had come into the club once or twice. Enough to be noticed, not enough to be remembered. It happened.
The man nodded to Lord Major Keystone, saying some words in his native tongue to the head man in charge before excusing himself in English and going to grab something to eat himself. Aziza knew the language, her brow rising at the exchange between the two. Her eyes darted over towards Josephine and Haakon for a moment before looking back at her plate and swallowing slightly. As Vera was lead over by Peter she plastered an entertainers smile on her lips and welcomed them over.
"Good morning you two," she said as Vera was shown a seat across the table from Mr. Drake and Peter sat down beside her.
"Lady Munn, are you feeling alright?" she asked, concern in her voice. Vera looked up quickly and seemed a bit nervous as her eyes went over to William and then looked away.
"Yes, I am sorry. I had too much drink last evening. I fear it is still swimming in my head some," she said making a quick excuse before turning her attention to her uncle.
"Of course Uncle Regi, I am hoping to hear from Lady Kingston soon. I wish to meet with her at the museum to go over some things we discovered last night with the help of," she said as her words paused and she glanced back to William.
"Will... I mean Mr. Drake," she said before looking away nervously.
Tossing her napkin onto the table she rose quickly.
"Excuse me, I should get something to eat," she added before making her way over to the buffet. Peter's eyes followed her and he smiled before leaning over to his uncle.
"Such a splendid day dear uncle, she has accepted my proposal of courtship." He was beaming at the idea.
"Oh please excuse me, I must go retrieve a few things from my room. I shant be but a moment," he added as he rose. Leaning on his cane he nodded to the rest of the group before going over to Vera and letting her know he would return shortly. She nodded and then froze a bit as he leaned in and kissed her cheek softly.
Peter couldn't help but smile as he left the room and headed back to his personal quarters. Vera placed her hand on the buffet table and took a few very deep breaths once he left. She looked as if she might faint at this point. This was all too much. She was now being formally courted. It wasn't an engagement, yet. But things tended to move quickly at this point. No, it was fine. It was for the best. She couldn't hope for better. Yet her eyes went to William for a moment. What was wrong with her? Was she coming down with a fever? She felt dizzy, the room spinning.
"Oh bollocks," she said a bit louder than she intended before everything started to go black and she fainted right there on the spot. Vera was not one who fainted, ever.
Garden City: "Pshh, of course it is dear. I wouldn't have offered if it wasn't," Neema said with a wave of her hand. Standing up she smiled down at the woman before pointing to the tray. "Now you finish up and deal with your correspondence there," she said pointing to the letter. "I will be back once I finish with my morning duties and clear a few things on my schedule. We can talk or perhaps head out to the city and see what we can find," she added before turning and exiting the room.
Stopping at the door she gave Nora a bit of a wink. "Have faith dear, as I said even if it is only in yourself," she repeated her earlier words before closing the door behind her and leaving Nora to her morning routine. Neema would need to take care of somethings before she was able to do anything and she knew when she spoke with her son that things were going to get heated. He had heard the stories of her life before she had settled down but he never enjoyed them. He didn't find it fitting for a woman. Such a pity, she tried to raise him better but in this world it was difficult to crack that mentality. The idea of an adventure, any, made Neema feel younger than she had in ages.
Shepheard's Hotel: "Yes yes, of course Miss," he said as he walked with her and eventually exited the front of the hotel. He asked her to wait a moment as he went to deal with one of the vendors and within two shakes of a lambs tail he had returned with a map for her. Opening it he pulled a pen from his front pocket and started to make a few markings down on it and scribbling down specific addresses in both his own native language and in English.
"Here you are Miss, this is the Museum and this is a craft market that is not usually found by the tourist but they are the best gathered in the city. Drop my name with any of them when you arrive to let them know to take you seriously," he said before handing the map over to her. "The Museum is not far, a brisk walk and half an hour and you should be there. Or you can have one of the doormen hail a cab for you," he said before smiling and excusing himself. "I must get back to my duties. If you need anything you know where to find me," he smiled and gave her a curt bow before rushing back into the hotel.
