Isis hummed softly, tilting her head up to the sky and thinking of her own mother, Nut for a second before snapping back to reality. Her husband was supposed to some for his yearly visit, and she was excited. But first she wanted to take a bath and then tend to her people, because as a Goddess she had duties and her people was one of them. She got up from the altar, cloaking her form so that none would lay eyes upon her, she moved to the water which lay still on the outcrops of the temple. She sighed as she sank into the warm water, her body feeling slightly soothed and rejuvenated, she had cast a spell upon the water, which may have been why the Priests used it in holy rituals.

She washed the grim from her earthly body and clothed herself, her make-up appearing as she ran her fingers over her face. There was a reason she liked her magic. It was convenient, but enough of that. She needed to tend to her duties, to listen to prayers and answer them. She wanted so bad to be able to see her husband now, but it was impossible. So she set out of her temple and walked slowly through the streets, the occasional child would run into her and smile brightly before running off to continue playing. She remembered her own two sons, now grown and able to think for themselves. She sighed and could only hope for the best.

Some recognized her from the regal air she wore about herself like a cloak, but not a soul mention anything, too happy to just have a Goddess in their presence. She smiled a bit as she visited homes, of both the slaves and the normal and wealthy denizens. She helped some that had no food and others with a bit of sickness, she made sure that those who prayed and were faithful received rewards for their efforts. Nothing was more gratifying than seeing the smiles upon their faces as she worked miracles to them, but small acts of benevolence on her part. All to make them happy, she was but a servant to them in her own mind, and yet it made her happy to serve them so.