I've met Fer a few times before the Great War began. She was easy-going and palatable, funny. There was little offensive about her. She liked little things, small gestures of kindness rather than the grandiose statements that nobility demand. It was a breath of fresh air, the Goddess of Beasthood pulled me in with the eyes of a kitten.
And then I saw what she and her warherds were capable of when I faced her in the Great War. I've never been one for game-hunting, but I realised why dangerous animals had to be put down.
- Excerpt from the secrets texts in the White Pantheon's closed library. Written by Goddess Allasaria, Of Light: 'Pride's Mad Lioness'.
Fer bent at the ankles as the Pelican arced downwards to maintain upright posture. The rear doors of the cargo bay had opened and pilot was bringing them close to the ground. She looked back at the pack she had brought to Arcadia.
