Sporemageddon

Feronie had always been patient.

Or perhaps she had been lazy and lax, and that had been something she had disguised as patience?

She didn't know any longer.

In any case, she watched her many projects wander the world, pushing her agenda, doing what they could to help, even if so often it simply wasn't enough.

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Some she favoured, and of these, her little Crusader most of all.

So much talent, so much will, so much anger bent towards Feronie's own goals.

And yet the little crusader was off on a crusade of her own making. The goddess could only hope that their needs and wills would meet along the way, and that perhaps the crusader would make the world itself tremble in Feronie's name.

She would be patient, even if that now pained her.

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