[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]  Museum - Outside ---> Barracks 
[color=00ccff][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A
[hr][/center]	Nora had stood there with shock, tears spilling down her face as she gasped for breath, looking at the charred remains of Neema. She had felt a kinship with Neema that she never had had with anyone in her own family - aside from perhaps with her brother, Ethan. To see her on the ground, a victim of fire...She was choking on her own tears, feeling her legs tremble and shake just as she was supposed to help Mosi. Hearing everyone say that it was time to go to the Barracks....Her mind couldn't comprehend it and she just shook her head slightly, staring with horror and shock. So much death...so much loss of life...Why had it been Neema and not her, Nora despaired.

	To make matters worse, as she cried from shock, Mosi promptly vomited all over her. Some of it got into Nora's mouth and nose, and already being a person with a rather weak immune system in comparison to most, the taste and the pain was enough to get Nora to respond in turn. She had about nine seconds to decide where to puke and she turned, attempting to avoid puking over dear Neema and instead, she hit poor Mosi. She didn't bother apologizing - her Britishness didn't arise to attempt to smooth over the situation - and as she headed with the others to the Barracks, it was all a blur. 

	Such a senseless act....But why dear Neema? The question continued to plague Nora, sending her almost into a trance of sorts. She nodded slightly at the escort. Mosi would need the infirmary, for the branding. The branding that Neema could explain...