Aria sat wide-eyed, shocked - in a good way, an arousing way in fact - reminded by Kass's current visage of the white-faced kabuki performers or geishas of Kozakuran art and lore and life. It became all the more so as the bardess stood to perform a dance which reminded her of the girl's stripteases, in reverse in a way - cladding herself in cum, to the inch! She seemed like some sort of storied extraplanar or fey creature now, skin with an otherworldly milky hue and glistening, sticky texture which over the ensuing minutes became a dry frosting, almost like she were a confection. Many others simply sat enrapt; some began to mill about to converse with and touch one another, or to partake of the conjured food. The performance seemed to devolve into a lunchtime banquet, with the cum-coated Kass like a centerpiece moreso than the likeness of Adon.<br/><br/>"I just now noticed," Semmon remarked, feeding a glazed date to the girl who'd he'd already fed after a fashion, "Even the food seems rather generous with its glazings and creams."<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>With such images fresh in her mind - even the<em>scents</em>of all that ejaculate lingered and tingled vividly in her narrow nostrils - It was all Aria could do to focus on her studies that afternoon and eve. For her breaks in the days ahead (she could only absorb so much so fast) she toured the temple library, the orchards, and the town outside the temple - what little of it there was - and flew through the sky just for fun. Over the next days, accounts from explorers like the earlier two youths trickled in, of the perceptible changes in the landscape to the east. Sand dunes had been shifted, the mountain faces of Goldflail and the much-further Dragonsword range were altered by narrow new cracks, and avalanches which occasioanlly continued as rocks settled into stable configurations once again. The River of Shadows which ran from the mountains through Siwa on its way to the coastal capital Skuld had begun to slightly divert its course in a few places, and supposedly a riverboat-borne small detachment of the pharaoh's soldiers and surveyors had briefly docked in Siwa on their exploratory expedition east from Skuld.<br/><br/>Aria couldn't really tell any changes from the air over the town, but then, she had barely seen the landscape before, and was grateful that the spell had been tested in, honestly, a nearly lifeless tract of wasteland, with small Siwa luckily - or deliberately - outside its radius. And she supposed plenty of more important things were still going on in the Realms as (un)usual - the pirate activity across the Sea of Fallen Stars, regional suberfuge projected from Zhentil Keep and even more furtively countered from Shadowdale, and so on.<br/><br/>A mercifully cool midmorning found Aria reaching up for a top-shelf tome in the library - when the tome suddenly fell towards her. No telekinesis or serendipity, she realized after a moment - it was a small earthquake.<br/><br/>For the safety of her noggin she raced out from under its ceiling and into the courtyard, balancing despite the shaking stone underfoot, but so far the columns and chambers seemed in no risk of collapsing.  She could faintly hear the bells under Adon jingling from within the pedestal (restored to a rough fullness by Rana's transmutation and then more finely carved into its original shape by a town sculptor whose only fee had been an invitation to Kass's spectacle), but the statue itself seemed in no risk yet of toppling.<br/><br/>Just in case, the tiefling switched her rings around and softly began to focus telekinesis on the statue - not moving it yet, but hopefully ready to offset gravity and 'catch' it if needed. If nothing else it would be good practice using the Art, she decided.