The nights in the desert are cold. Everyone knows that. And who said that the Gods don't freeze?

Thoth curled up in bed, pouting like a child. His long hair was now loose, and his body was covered only by a thin blanket.

"You're in a hurry again.. It's already night!"

The God of Wisdom grumbled for his wife, the Goddess of Justice, Maat. The woman was still on her feet, and in her hands was a scroll.

"I still have work to do. Be patient"

Thoth whimpered, curling into a ball more tightly. It was cool.