The chapel is silent. The light plays around in myriad dappled beams. The circle has been drawn. It is time.
The world (and incidentally, an officiant in piebald robes) speaks, and what it says is:
"Bring forth the one equal to the Prince of Shadows, to stand against him and free us from bondage!"
A woman appears in the circle, looking extremely confused. She’s dressed in trousers and a grey button-down shirt.
“What the heck is this? Who are you? Did you - summon me? That’s possible?”
Her eyes are not visible. Anyone who tries will see falling stars.
Alanna quickly checks what her features are. She’s shorter than usual - annoying. The wings are quite neat, though. Her skin is also glowing. That seems possibly annoying but also very awesome.
Being defined is, of course, unpleasant, but it’s not more unpleasant than usual. It does mean she’s still in Reality, though.
She can find she has a mental lever to turn the glowing down if she doesn't need to.
The celebrants running this show are, similarly, about three feet tall, possessed of fuzzy wings and their piebald robes; their hands and arms and faces are still the main source of illumination.
"Through Civilization, all things are possible. We have brought you here to save our realm from the Prince of Shadows, who seeks dominion over our home and the destruction of our people."