Fairy Dragons didn't always have needs, and Medivh was too busy to spend all day in the Spore Jungle.
Once she remembered that Mengli, the Fairy Dragon, belonged entirely to her for most of the time, the Spore Queen's mood settled, and she stopped treating Medivh with such coldness.
Putting her prejudices aside, she quite admired this far-sighted fellow who believed in mutual progress.
The Time Skeletons had their Light Skeletons, and the Myconids were carrying out the Sunshine Mushroom Project. With two potentially dangerous races declaring their allegiance and taking refuge in the Goddess of Light's embrace, the Light Priests overseeing them were greatly relieved.
Every race needed room to develop. As long as they weren't bent on destroying the world, the Church of Light was quite tolerant.
Human mages and other warlike races would have been wiped out by the Church of Light long ago if it truly imposed strict restrictions.
The situation in those two Eighth Rank planes had already been thrown into chaos. The Spore Queen hadn't given up stirring things up, either. Every so often, she controlled Spore Parasite assassins to kill important figures on the other side and inflame the conflict.
If you started something, you had to see it through. Suddenly stopping the assassinations would make people suspicious.
Medivh was no longer needed as an adviser. The Spore Queen had already mastered the art of sowing discord.
Seeing that Medivh was about to leave, Fairy Dragon Mengli followed him to High Tower Castle. First, she'd eat her fill.
"Mengli, why aren't you using the Fairy Dragon Secret Art?"
"Don't worry about me. I can take it."
Medivh didn't mind having more Dragon offspring. When he noticed Mengli hadn't used the Fairy Dragon Secret Art lately, he thought she was worried about him and