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Iona
Iona followed her lover at a distance, a bit uneasy about letting her out of sight now that she knew that two of their enemies were free. She smiled as she listened to the quiet conversation between goddess and worshiper. She, herself, hadn't had a single prayer offered up to her since becoming a goddess, but she didn't mind. After all, that was what came from being a minor immortal. It sounded like Mari's subject was having trouble with her wife. She blushed as a small thought suddenly crossed her mind, and tried to shake it off, but it was persistent. 'I wonder if Mari plans to marry me?'