[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://33.media.tumblr.com/e2dc091ef456da8501d15eda98e69ff6/tumblr_n83let5PDb1sx6dsko1_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Egyptian Museum[/center][hr][hr]As the sounds of the Lady Munn and Mr. Drake appeared to die down, Nora glanced over her notes on the rubbings. She attempted to be precise each time she copied down a symbol, as to ensure the hidden meaning--wherever it was--was preserved. Biting her lip, Nora frowned slightly as she examined the symbols on the page. She must have made some sort of error. Some symbols that appeared multiple times had variations--perhaps the calamity had distracted her. 

Turning her attention back to the rubbing, Nora frowned slightly. She had copied them down perfectly. Squinting at the page, she couldn't quite determine whether it was simply a smudge in the rubbings, or an actual intent. However, as her eyes flickered to the door, it didn't seem Lady Munn was returning within the next few moments. It would be perfectly well of her to operate under the assumption the smudges were intentional alterations, and see where that brought her, until she could confirm whether or not there was meaning there.

Nora opened to a fresh page in her notebook, and carefully redrew the altered marks. There had to be some meaning to them. She bit her lip anew, recalling Vera's words--that the translated words had been all nonsense in the end. Could it be the identification of the cipher to use? But the position was perplexing. She had never seen anything like it before--but, as she reminded herself, she was an amateur in this field. Flipping to the front of her notebook, where Nora had sketched a brief alphabet of sorts, she attempted to read the symbols-- but all she found was [i]mmhn.[/i] That hardly seemed right. Flipping the page, Nora started anew, retracing the symbols once more.

And then, an idea struck her. She crossed out the symbols, and instead, only focused on the positions of the markings. Nora beamed as something recognizable came from the flow. [i]Phi.[/i] It was the golden ratio, the divine proportion. It was a geometric relationship, then! In neat letters, she wrote [i]phi[/i] down on the page, biting her lip anew. 

Now to attempt to apply this rule to the message. She could not help but feel certain the Lady Munn would be quicker than she, given that Nora had to reference her earlier notes each time she attempted to decode a message. The Egyptologist appeared to be fluent in the language--a skill Nora wished she had attained. She had learned gaelic from her nurse as a child, as a severe illness kept her confined to her room, turned infirmary, for a great deal of time. The Irish woman had been her only company, and thus, the young Nora picked up the language quickly. 

But now was not the time for regrets. Biting the inside of her cheek, Nora resumed her work.