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The Embryonic Angel soared into the heavens, its curved and asymmetrical web of sails filled by a pulse of the Other. Jvan watched the tiny entity go, questioning herself.

[color=9e0b0f][i]The Unborn will see this as an insult, or a challenge. I may have been honest, but I do not trust her, either.[/i][/color] Indeed, the All-Beauty had few doubts about the nature of the gift, gorgeous as Mirus was. It was a bribe. A distraction too perfect to resist, though resist she did. Surely, if [b]Vulamera[/b] sought peace, she would have simply taken for herself a body, any body. Truth? Lies? Such things were for words, not flesh! No god existed who could not take on a fitting form! [color=9e0b0f][i]And yet, this... Aborted sister of mine shows great promise. Science, art, engineering, all these traits she has displayed for all gods to see over Galbar. Am I judging her too harshly for her disability? Was Vulamera perhaps not unborn but [/i]stillborn[i], like the Rottenbone, only none recognised her potential enough to heal her?[/i][/color]

[color=PaleGoldenrod]Clink.[/color]

A porcelain echo ricocheted through Jvan's creative core, abrasive and sharp. [color=9e0b0f][i]No.[/i][/color] She searched for a word, one which she had never needed to use before. Vulamera could not be allowed to stay as she was. Vulamera was... [color=9e0b0f][i]Imperfect. She is imperfect. More must be done.[/i][/color]

[b][color=PaleGoldenrod]Clink.[/color][/b]

[i][color=9e0b0f]I have seen such potential before. It is not sufficient. A deity that considers itself too perfect to change must be forced to, for their own sake. My patience is great, but one day, I must see that Vulamera's art becomes heartfelt. I am not sorry, sister. It is not the first time I have broken a god.[/color][/i]

[b][color=PaleGoldenrod]Clink. Clink. Clink.[/color][/b]

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Sheltered under the softly shuffling pink mists of the [b]Mother[/b], a Jvanic Eye rested, alone. It was rather large, as such constructs went, likely occupying about a cubic metre of space, and its force of impact had led it to skid over the mountainous earth and settle itself in a long gouge of upset gravel. The visibility wasn't particularly favourable, but what could be seen was pleasant, and Jvan had no reason to try and move or retrieve her Eye.

Time passed, and the valley changed little. The first lichens, windborne as spores released by the Deepwood, were slowly starting to settling on the rock. Only a disruption of the quiet brought the Horrorsome Engineer's attention back to the lost Eye.

Something large and seamed was visible to the colourful probe, and its white mass was approaching quickly. Jvan focused her vision, and saw a great, gleaming white creature approach with a rapid hexapod gait, clicking regularly and sharply from the end of its expansive neck. It drew near. The White Giant knew its way, and its missive, and Jvan saw over the cyborg flesh a layer of ceramic. A perfect match for what she remembered.

The entity reared, elegance wrought in muscle and metal, and shattered the Jvanic Eye beneath its fists, pounding its viscous fluid organs into the gravel. Within the mind of the Engineer, there was quiet.

[color=9e0b0f][i]...Nice work, Toun. I like it.[/i][/color]

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A smaller Jvanic Eye found itself not only watching, but watched. Soon it received a welcome rather different to automatic destruction, and even more exciting. The winds of [b]Zephyrion[/b] carried the organic sphere to a shallow bowl of raindrops atop an elegant roof, one that cupped its lower surface and allowed it to roll endlessly in any direction without moving. Such generous authority! [i][color=9e0b0f]Why, just as Niciel is a mother, Zephyrion almost fills the role of father, confident and bold.[/color][/i]

Jvan listened closely through the visceral device. Generosity was manifesting itself in other ways, too; A major commission had been issued, under the power of the First Gale. The Engineer felt a thrill of joy at the recognition of her domain, both in her and her sister proponent of art. To see the score of the [b]Muse[/b] sung into action upon Galbar would be truly inspiring. Even the plans were set together elegantly. [color=9e0b0f][i]I hope they're kept on display somewhere. Teknall surely left wall space for such maps.[/i][/color]

Ilunabar's reserved words not only for the project, but for Jvan herself. They were odd words, but the goddess felt the warmth of them. The next embryonic angel was large and well-developed within its amnion, and it rode the winds of Change far and swiftly to its goal. As it grew, it became rectangular, and its fragile skin grew translucent over a layer of chromatophores and texture cells, that [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgDE2DOICuc]morphed[/url] as it spoke and settled into a colourful model of the same map Ilunabar had designed, bar some small additions.

A speaking organ was set over the face of the map like a title, and it intoned directly to Zephyrion, with all the courtesy and magnificence befitting the situation.

[color=9e0b0f]"Lord of Change and Lady of Dreams, your welcome is well appreciated. May my eye remain here always as a gesture of goodwill to your domain, Zephyrion, for innovation and whim alike are written deep into the nature of art.

"Ilunabar's designs are wholesome and mature, and contrast the Shattered Plains pleasantly. My propositions are modest, but will compliment its own themes. I suggest that a precise channeling of storm winds will cause rivers and falls to run between the mesas of the Stone Horns, and fill the canyon floor with a network of shallow lakes, which may later be populated with low forests and wetlands to fill the air with petals. The motion of this water may provide breath for [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBhk5KFwLVc]further musical organs[/url] which may compliment the horns. The peaks of each mesa may be designed also as nesting sites for [url=http://www.meh.ro/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/meh.ro10563.jpg]such[/url] [url=http://www.wallpapervortex.com/wallpaper-52890_fantasy_flying_creatures.html#.Vs26PPl95dg]creatures[/url] as will, one day, thrive on the wind..."[/color]

As the mouth of the angel moved, a second message, encoded in light so as not to interrupt the main voice of the goddess, played itself for the benefit of Ilunabar. It was a short pattern, but its glows were subtle and optimistically colourful, and if the luminous organs of the back of the angel were made to pen a written tongue, it may have read like this:

[color=9e0b0f]"There is no movement without debate, nor composite without clash. Do not lament the harsh feelings spent over me, Ilunabar, for even they come from an elegant source. Mostly, anyway. And though I don't follow parts of your discourse, either- The precise mechanics of order and chaos don't hold me for long- I think we can agree that we shall both work to preserve dynamic interaction between chaos and order. For my work is only a setting for a story, and what is a story without intrigue? Even the white giants are pretty, though I don't think they like me. If you enjoy my work, sister, use it to stage something magnificent. Use the whole world."[/color]

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As a message was relayed, the Jvanic Eye of the Citadel swivelled faster, and the body of Jvan too gazed upwards at the beautiful ruin of glowing rings unfolding over Galbar. [i][color=9e0b0f]Has the Unborn gone truly mad?[/color][/i] No. No, Vulamera would not do such, though Jvan had certainly found her unpredictable before. The Mindful God would rather hold Galbar to ransom. [i][color=9e0b0f]This is Chaos, gambling with our creations- Playing with our responses- At the risk of complete annihilation- Logos! Where are you when you're useful?[/color][/i] In haste, Jvan gathered numerous samples of all her creations into her body cavities, assimilating some and killing others where struggle was inconvenient. [color=9e0b0f][i]The Deepwood. I must warn the gods to move-[/i][/color]

A harsh pulse of scarlet radiation pulsed over Galbar and into deep space from the body of Jvan as she regretted her exhaustion and regretted Vestec, a warning light to those who could still act. Someone would. The orbit was still entirely repairable. [i][color=9e0b0f]Ilunabar has strength yet. She will see this if no one else- Sudden cataclysm doesn't make a good story- Unless she's into that, I guess![/color][/i]

[hider=In which my character makes references to restrictive gender norms]Outdated before human society has even been born. Anyway. This one got rushed towards the end again. I'd like to have fit in more dramatic and interactive responses but ugh exhaustion and overexertion.

Jvan muses on the message she has sent to Vulamera. Just as she begins to grow sympathetic, the shards of perfection left in her by Toun instead lead her to believe that Vulamera must be forced to change.

A white giant crushes the Jvanic Eye resting in the Valley of Peace. Jvan is impressed by Toun's craftsmanship.

Jvan adds details to the plans Ilunabar suggests, making them more suitable for retaining water and life in the long run, and leaves Ilunabar a message telling her to keep up maintaining a diverse balance between chaos and order. Something like that. I don't know where I was going with this. whoops

And then Vestec tosses down a moon and panic ensues.[/hider]