[b]”Okay now I’m bored.”[/b] Bast gets to her feet quickly, energized by the cat nap. She paces, unsure what to do, then she transforms into Winter. She looks down at herself and wrinkles her nose. [b]”I’ll be right back,”[/b] she disappears into Arty’s room. She seems to be almost a different person, her pink hair in a messy bun, her golden eyes bright as she observed herself in a mirror. She was wearing a camouflage shirt with ‘Bast’ in hieroglyphics under an outline of a leopard on the back and a leopard head on the pocket on the front, ripped black jeans, and white converse. [b]”There I am[/b].” Her playful grin is almost feral.