Patricia
The show carried on. Music, dancing, and all manner of godly joy all through the night... Was this the first true night, now that universal days had been born? Or had creation up to this point been nothing but an eternal night, to be ended only by the coming dawn.

Regardless, at some point in that long stretch of merriment the Archfiend's voice quietened, and she turned her gaze up towards the stars. **"Look,"** She said, and the word swept through the room like a breeze, and quieted the sounds of music wherever it was heard. Some might continue to play and frolic, but all she needed was their attention, to draw their eyes towards her outstretched hand and the heavenly view that their ritual had now fully reshaped.

The Celestial Lens was moving into place, and all those stars they had altered with their will and imagination had begun to brighten. Magnified, more powerful, enough to drown out even the dark of the endless void. Rather than a single blazing orb, over a dozen miniature suns all lit the sky at once in a multitude of colors: some flashed and shifted, others danced around each other in strange arrangements, and still others shone unwavering down upon the world. Their exact positions and relative brightness would differ depending on the date and one's position relative to Yggdrasil, but henceforth this new form of daylight would reach all the way from the vast leaves above to the furthest reaches of Gaia's roots, and even beyond.

For better or worse, their work was done, and the world forever changed.

"Well done, everyone." The Archfiend's wide eyes were fixed on the sky, and for once her voice was oddly soft. "We cannot truly claim to speak for our ancient progenitor, but... We believe that even Gaia would be proud of this result."
Wiley
Ichtaca stood silently as he watched Majesty bask in the glory of their collective creation, and took in everything she said. He was surprised that she was willing to praise the others for their work, but he took the compliment — with a grain of salt — but he took the compliment nonetheless.

Then, a letter appeared. An invitation, it seemed. He raised an eyebrow as he read the elegantly written text:
*"You are cordially invited to a meeting between the gods of the western realms."* Below the main text there were two boxes, one for yes, and one for no. Ichtaca contemplated whether or not to accept, but figured he might as well. What could go wrong, right?

He pulled a feather from the piece of armor garmenting his shoulder and placed the tip of the quill on his tongue, before promptly checking the "Yes" Box. In the blink of an eye, the invitation disintegrated into a handful of ashes and a beacon, visible only to him, ascended from the void to the west of the tree straight into the sky. He turned towards it, and sunk into the shadows. His disappearance was likely to be confusing to the others, as one second he was there, and then the next he was gone, a part of the assembly of shadows previously surrounding him.

In any case, he was gone in the blink of an eye, and with his contribution having been made, he had ended his participation in the ritual, following Majesty deeming it to be concluded. He didn't necessarily want it to appear as though he was following her lead, but to anyone else in the room, that's probably what it looked like.
Carol
The ritual now complete, Onesifi allowed themself a little bit of respite. The dance and the launch of the stars' movement did, after all, take some of their essence as well; now, they watched blissfully, almost oblivious to their environment, at the lens rushing around Gaia, bringing light to every realm out there. Their smile still wider than they used to, unchanged since their part in the ritual, they seconded Majesty's words "Indeed, we have done very well this day. The realms shall thank us for this grand change; I know it for certain". And even greater than the sense of accomplishment that permeated every inch of their body was the lack of any foreboding feeling, one similar to that which everyone felt at the end of the Magic Ritual. For once, they were relaxed.

But it was a feeling that did not last long. After all, mere moments after the completion of the ritual, their ears received a message, one similar to that which had awoken them in the first place.

*"Low emittance form. Wander to hall. Do not invoke names."*

Despite the related way of deliverance of the message, Onesifi was even more intrigued by this one. It was cryptic - way too cryptic for something inconsequential. Moreover, the style of this message was far too familiar to Onesifi; there was only one deity they knew who talked in these short, abrupt, technical sentences.

And if Rav'Nixander was calling everyone, it was bound to be important.

They quickly stood up - not too sharply, just in case it was not a message for everyone - and bowed to the gathering. "Alas, I believe something has come up for me - something that needs to be addressed now. I shall now depart - and I wish luck upon all of you."

The quick farewell said, they disappeared in a single moment, leaving the hall with one deity less.
Jeffrey
*On the way back to the Land of Joy, Aarus bear hugs Gaia herself because reasons*