[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/506955f12eff434c4e644016d5ff9d05/tumblr_inline_mm97qoYqfx1qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha[/center][hr][hr]	As Neema instructed Nora to look for the inscription, Nora's eyes widened slightly. She knew very little of Egyptian mythology, her knowledge consisting almost entirely of what Lady Munn and Neema had taught her in the past twenty four hours. But yet, her mind flickered back to the inscription burned onto Lady Munn's necklace, the inscription burned onto others' pieces of jewelry. Could the Bastet be a group of people, rather than a single individual? Was she supposed to protect Lady Munn and the others? 

	A silence fell in the room as Nora took her first sip of her tea. The heat of it scorched her tongue slightly, but at least it was a pain she understood. She could see and observe for herself the cause and its effect. Her eyes locked with Neema and a slight shudder came over her body. The prospect that she, Nora, had such hidden strength...never before had any other individual considered it. 

	Looking at Neema as the woman knelt before her and took her hands, Nora slowly gripped Neema's hands in turn. She never had put faith in faith before, believing in things that she herself could understand and explain. A certain sadness descended on herself, feeling for a moment as if Neema had discovered Nora's biggest secret. It wasn't that she didn't care for society and its customs, it was that she never put any faith in them. Her entire life, she had only put faith in herself, as no one else would. 

	[color=00ccff]"I would quite like that, Neema,"[/color] Nora replied, her voice sounding a bit hoarse. [color=00ccff]"But only if it is something you yourself would want to do."[/color]