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[colour=ec008c][i]The Muse. Weaver of Dreams.
Beauty (Stories, Colors, Aesthetic)[/i]

Might: 12
Free Point: 2[/colour]


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-Ilunabar pays a sneaky sneaky visit to Amartia
-Finds Xerxes pretty
-Even so, decides to make the youth distracted
-Furthermore, uses her control of Aesthetic to mess with the waifuquest.
-Plants some new drugs in the countryside of the city
-Deliver siren-like Fiberlings to the nearby ocean
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[color=ec008c]"It's a very beautiful town,"[/color] Ilunabar thought, as she floated across the recently built city-state, fully controlling her essence and image so that her visit goes unnoticed. 

Perhaps even more than the Citadel, right now, as Lifprasil had to fight in the war, meanwhile Amartia was able to rule directly and uninterrupted. Building delicate webs of intrigue as he laid the bricks of this new society.

 Sin... A very limiting concept that claims self-esteem, ambition, curiosity and the love for what is good in life, is somehow evil. [color=ec008c]"Something you would expect from Logos or Niciel, really."[/color] Yet, also a very powerful engine of progress.

The muse found herself inside a structure that dared to match her own design. Marble, mahogany and a plethora of gems decorated amazingly designed halls were people and whispers flowed gracefully. Even for a Demi-God, for a supposed child of Vestec, doing such a thing would require excellence in the arts and eons of practice. It was odd, but it had clearly happened.

Even odder was what she sensed in the halls: Another Demi-God. It was very unusual that Ilunabar didn't notice him arriving, perhaps she was within Raka at the time. Two gods in this conspiration of a town were surely less easy to deal with than just one. The talk of opening the Gap was ludicrous and very amusing, the muse only hoped Vowzra didn't notice it until it was already happening.

Back into the streets, she found herself observing the society. Amartia had lied, though, for the sake of a powerful nation, he took away the lovely juvenile carefreeness, which he might call Sloth, from the children. This wasn't right but was something you could expect from a paradoxical god of chaos who wants order. 

[color=ec008c]"Thankfully, I am a very charitable aunt, and I can fix his ways for him, no need for gratitude or anything. Come, Dreamweaver."[/color]

As a quiet tune with silent lyrics was played, the attention of the pupils in the room started to dissipate. Some looked trough the window, thinking about the boundless sky and the birds who crossed it freely. Other looked at their hands, imagining that their fingers were soldiers and monsters in some sort of battle. Some, in fact, decided that they would pay a quick visit to Raka and just snoozed off.

Then she saw the Troll of Greed, mostly because he had clumsily tripped near her. Out of curiosity, Ilunabar followed him for a short while, and quickly realized what he was up to. [color=ec008c]"Oh, bride hunting huh? But his taste is a bit bad, surely a sinful person like Amartia doesn't like the kind of girl he is searching for. No no. He should be looking for sinful girls, especially the Gluttons and Slothful. This is the kind of look that will make the Enas happy."[/color]

(Free Action: Beauty (Aesthetic) to alter the Troll's concept of best of the best) 

Finally, Ilunabar left like she had explored the town enough for today. [color=ec008c]"It is a very elegant place. I should send Amartia my congratulations later."[/color] However, her stroll trough the glory of Amestris had yet to end. All other villages in the world had quite small frontiers, barely going as far as the eye could see. But not this one, there was in fact, a countryside. And all sorts of exquisite interactions happened there.

For that, however, Ilunabar had to call one of her Divas. [color=ec008c]"Hello, Meimu. Did you bring what I asked for?" [/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"Yes, of course. But, what is this place? This is all new to me."[/color] Meimu was legitimately curious, especially considering the odd batch of peculiarities she was bringing. 

First was the descendant of the Guarana, the fruit she made as a gift for Vulamera, but alas, went unnoticed. Now, while the Guarana was meant just as a quick energy boost, this one was a bit more potent, yet a lot slower. On the first consumption one might stay awake and alert for a bit longer, as more of it is consumed, the mind starts to get far keener and creative, to the point reality just looks a bit dull and physics very limiting, daydreaming starts to happen, and eventually the person might just leave everything behind and try to go to the poles, where dreams dance in the sky.

Second were a few Julian Fiberlings, colored in the beyond color of Sirenian, the color of fascination. 

And third...

[color=ec008c]"Oh, darling. There is no need for that one. After seeing Xerxes I changed my overall idea of it, we need to trim the corners to make sure it grows into a pretty tree, and I fear this one might be a bit too much."[/color] Ilunabar sighed. [color=ec008c]"Now. Do plant the Eçarana, I will deliver the Fiberlings to the nearby sea. Those poor fishermen stay so much time surrounded by nothing but water and fish, it's only fair to give them something pretty to look at."[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"Eh? With those, they will probably just jump in the water to reach for them and outright drown."[/color]

[color=ec008c]"Well, that is their problem, it's not my responsibility if they can't control themselves"[/color]