As the impostor's original fall had broken off a wing of the fountain, it still was perfectly stable for hosting the statue (aside from the other niceties of extradimensional storage, Aria appreciated only having to heave the bag's weight up there, to 'reveal' the hundreds-of-pounds statue) - after they chiseled out a hollow in the fountain itself, into which several bells were 'dipped', already tied onto a string and glued to the bottom of one of the statue's feet.<br/><br/>Aria read, slept, and cuddled, and in the morning engaged in a long series of yoga stretches. She found little needed in the way of 'set up' for the fete, the potent magic of the rod did it all! She wandered around underneath the spontaneous pavilion - particularly appreciating the cool shade it afforded, as suited her cold-clime blood - admiring the colors, feeling like she were in a kaleidoscope.<br/><br/>The spectacle seemed to draw perhaps everyone in the temple - Aria hadn't yet seen so many together at once, she realized - and a few others which seemed to be close friends or lovers thereof. She'd dressed in her crimson gown with the three slits, for each thigh and her tail, and a daring diamond slit in the chest, through which her ruby chessknight could be seen nestling. She sat upon a large cushion as colorful as the prismatic sphere they'd snuck into (or rather, as it would have been in any place other than the Plane of Shadow), inviting Arsinoe into her lap.<br/><br/>Rana was dressed (relatively) simply when she presented herself before the gathered clergy. She bore braids and rings in her shimmering black hair, kohled eyelids and gold-painted lips, but no necklace this time - only bare breasts and a cotton skirt (which concealed who knew what, if Kass had given her a potion).