The idea of a goddess of gates came from marinsco's fantastic interpretation of a result from the deity generator meme. Which I highly recommend. Arruén's quail preservation technique is real but for the life of me I can't find the recipe I used, so don't try that at home. Thanks to FFA for hashing out the color and material composition of Venadan's cadurrán set. Thank you, sincerely, to all the people online who have sexually experimented with olive oil, and could assess its functionality as lube.
To come up with the names for this fic, I had a lot of fun using Mark Rosenfelder's Sound Change Applier. The source words are mostly Hebrew or Arabic, with a couple of obvious Greek borrowings, subjected to a system of sound changes modeled roughly on the ones Latin went through to become Spanish. Plus some lazy respelling to make everything look right. The language has regular penultimate stress. (Venadan's name really ought to be Vénadan, but it was visually distracting.)
Here's the (I'm sure very implausible) sound change rules, if you want to play around with them yourself: