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[colour=ec008c][i]The Muse. Weaver of Dreams.[/i]

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-Ilunabar masters the portfolio of Beauty (Colours) - 3 Might spent.
-Using her newfound ability, Ilunabar makes the second planet of the solar system shine in burgundy
-Back in the C.C. she causes some guards to suicide in a little experiment with a beyond colour
-Trough dreams and bards she teaches mortals that a certain wandering star is called "Ilunabar's" and another, the fourth planet / Mars equivalent, called "Zephyrion's"
-Angry at how easy doing that was, she finally gifts mortals a Language of their own, enabling it to slowly change across time. - 1 free point spent
-Jvan's sculptors are unaffected by this, making them some sort of super translator race
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The muse raised her hand and the whole bubbling desert in front of her started to change colour, first, she went to the basic colours even mortals could see, blue, red, green, then she moved on to the more complexes compositions, like magenta and the whole array of colours hidden in the infrared and ultra-violet. Giving objects glimmering or matte tones was also easy, she could feel that what she was doing was not a change to the light spectrum as sincere as Ull'Yang and Logos could do, instead, she was simply "coating" the perception of colours.

But that was not enough, it was far from it, she felt like her grasp of the concept was tighter but how much control she had? Her next text would answer it. Notte had already informed her that Jvan's garden was ready, but she dared not to test the Beyond Colours there, unlike her siblings she was a lady of class and would not step on anyone's feet, not by accident, refined people knew exactly when to do it.

The second planet away from the sun was a nice place to test her colours, it was a fiery hell covered by sulphur, which gave her the perfect canvas for her tests, especially now that she was going to move on into the problematic territory.

First, she used the beyond colours she had already tested but slowly she moved into the more risqué ones. Vowzest, the colour of the present, which could only be remembered as long as one looked at it. Vowzatto, the colour of the past, which would reflect photons of a long time ago. Vowzil, the colour of the future, which would show how much potential something had to change, too bad its way of showing it was with burning colours that could even melt someone's eye out. Sirenian, the colour of fascination, a bit like a drug really, this one will show exactly the light that the viewer wants to see, dilute it on water and you got yourself a drowned man. Tiblumsh, the colour of depth, the more of it is used the more distant the image will look, there is no actual gap, but the thing will look like it has fallen deep down a well. Dashird, sister colour to the former one, this one with the opposite effect, it looks as if it was far closer than what it actually is. Ogirri, the colour of forgetful peace, somehow like a reversed Vowzest, everything but the colour seems to melt away as long as one looks into it, looking a bit too much into it might calcify the eyes into solid bone-like balls.

"This one I will have to test on Galbar..."  she sighed, there was something about this planet that she liked a lot, it was not a thing inside it, but how it was seen just as a star, except that it was one that moved, yet it had yet to have a name, actually, most things had yet to have a name, Hain, Humans and all the mortals in general just referred to things like "That one forest" or "The other forest that is not the previously mentioned forest" pieces of land just had names when Gods themselves had meddled with it, and that was not right at all.

"For a beginning, this is mine" she stepped into the planet and a sparkling burgundy colour started to spread across it until the whole mass of incandescent sulphur was one big burning burgundy planet. No special colour on it, she thought about Lecarol (The colour behind the mirrors, only seem when travelling trough one) or perhaps Clochelic (The colour of wonder, similar to Sirenian, except this one, causes only curiosity, as if it was a closed box with a promised prize inside) but somehow she felt like tinting a whole planet in a beyond color would cause a certain oak-faced sibling to show up.

Back in the Celestial Citadel, she was more than displeased to find out that the once tidy halls had been filled with beings who were... not the most gorgeous, at least if compared with the overall look of her quarters. On the bright side, it would be easier to test some of the nastier colours whose effects would not be seen on the distant planet. With a distant hand swing, she tinted the eyes of a Lifprasilian being in Jakketerang, the colour of the hunt, the quirk of this beyond colour was that once seen it could never be unseen, as long as the source existed, one would still see it, even if there was a mountain in between, even if your eyes were closed. 

At first, nobody noticed a thing, but as night fell the muse started to notice some uneasiness, by the next day it had turned into outright paranoia, a pair of circles that only a few could see in the deep dark of the stratospheric night of the citadel. It continued for a day or two more until someone finally linked the orbs to the man with the odd eyes, as expected, the Lifprasilian with the tinted eyes was strangled and killed, what was not expected was that the paranoia would go on, even after the corpse and its cursed eyes had been launched into the ground far bellow, they still stared, even worse, even after the eyes were eaten away by animals and bacteria, some of the hunted still saw them, staring, accusing. Some of the guards even decided that suicide was better than the stare, which was a very peculiar result.

"To think that I was planning to use this one in the wings of moths," Ilunabar thought, still unsure if that meant the design of those insects was trashed or just set to be done on a small scale.

And that was the end of Ilunabar's experiments with her colours, she had a lot more to do beyond simply visual stimulus, there were still some designs in her palette, a colour that once drawn would take the ageing and harm away from the portrayed person, a mirror that would reflect everything as far as the end of the universe. But those were dangerous designs beyond her powers, at least for now.

This brought Ilunabar back to her immediate issue, the planet and the names. The thought had a simple root about making mortals refer to the wandering star near the sun as "Ilunabar's", it was a simple task, and that made the muse displeased, to further test it, she took the fourth planet, one with no particular aura of hers or any other god, and it was still a child's play to make most of the mortals to refer to it as "Zephyrion's."

The mortal brain learned its linguistic devices early in its life, so far most of the mortals took it direct from the sap: the true words of the gods. In such situation, most of the language difference between mortals were mostly confined to gods and biological differences, like Djinns calling the moons eyesores or the Hain's words being adapted to their beak. The use of most, however, makes it clear that there are exceptions, as societies formed the influence of the culture over linguistics was getting stronger, a child grown in the woods would have problems learning to communicate with villagers for example. 

Like a dandelion, languages were one small stimulus away from spreading in a beautiful cacophony, and Ilunabar was ready to blow them up. Dreams and sounds were some of her tools, however, the true trigger was knowledge inheritance, folktales were suffering changes from region to region, it would be simple to repeat said the process for words and their phonetic counterparts, all she had to do was to add a layer of creativity were once mortals simply took what gods gave.

Surely, the first few generations would still understand their words somewhat well, but with the isolation the nooks where civilisation hid would mutate, two mortals of the same species would learn very different methods and as the brain gets older their ways would solidify in very distant paths. She could see that happening to almost all species with vocal words, Angels and Pronobii, however, lived in a too small of a cluster and too close to their gods to breed the change, the effects of linguistic radiation on the psychic creatures like Lifprasilians was also unknown. But, as far as Ilunabar was corned, they would now learn language trough society instead of god words. Names would be born too, not True Names, but simple names, some might call a lake "The cold lake" others might call it "Smith's lake", gone are the days of namelessness, now some of the silliest mortals would even insist on giving names to pebbles and other small featureless things. However, there was still one more project in Ilunabar's mind related to this and the feeling of fondness that mortals (and gods) felt over places and objects, but it was not yet the time to test this, specially in the mess that the linguistic boom was going to make.

There was an exception, however, one intelligent mortal being that managed to avoid the change. Sculptors, something about the Gap, or perhaps the different resonance of the other beauty goddess, kept the "mortalization" of language away from these beings, they would keep on whispering in Jvan's godly words no matter how many eras went by even when far away from Jvan's education and societies, unlike for example, the Pronobii, who could also speak true words but had to learn it trough their society and religion.