Atum: "Silly Silly! Look!" Atum bounded into her view, only a simple pair of-falling off-boxers on. She motioned to her chest and long hair, twirling around a bit to give a better view. "I have female parts! Aren't they lovely!?" She needed female clothes, and that was why she found the anon.
The anon was truthful in telling a certain Pharaoh she was a bit tired but it wasn’t due to exertion. No lately she felt rather anxious and restless. She felt like she needed to being doing more for the family, finding clues to all the strange happenings and scaring off the increasing number of mysterious strangers prancing about. Plus there was some notable birthdays arriving and she was having difficulty on finding worthy gifts for the birthday figures. Why couldn’t their teenagers be a little more normal, average? She loved them but their uniqueness was making the gift ideas slow in coming.
It was in this moment one of the aforementioned teens burst into the room, yelling in excited glee and turning about. But it was what this boy had and no longer had that drew the anon’s attention, no senses needed to feel her kind’s magic at work again. She sprang back dramatically,more for effect than actual surprise and many wings sprouted to form a now feathery ball, eyes thankfully covered. ”ATUUUUMM!!! Who told you streaking in any form was ok?”
