Fertile and rich is love, and, like ground for a new house, solid for foundation. It is like a bridge that joineth and like a road that leadeth thou forward. But be it prone to avarice? Does it not drag thou in like a bog and devour its own crops to grow them again and again?

And both true and beautiful was the love that Praboh and Mokosh bestowed upon each other. From a cloud of their breaths and waves emerged a sandy shore, golden, soft, and warm.

And so they, as Gods, descended on the golden Earth to join in an embrace, and their divine bodies did burst with longing and fulfillment, fright and relief, joy and sadness, curiosity and bliss.

The Earth trembled, warm from their divine juices, and it did awaken from the touch of divine feet: but ‘twas not the object of this desire nor affection! And Earth understood it and shook to its very core with jealousy.

Thus did awaken Veles, inebriated with divine love, though ‘twas not meant for him. His lips did run with desire, and the divine power of creation sparkled from his fingers. And this Praboh did see, as did Mokosh, also.