The woman did look beneath each stone and did follow the tracks of animals, but afraid was she of dark caves, did avoid bears, and lacked the strength for long journeys. More than that, alone she was, and frail.

And so, Praboh did descend to Earth once more and did take the hated Velesian rock: for wise He was! Earth couldst not live without its beloved Water, and ‘twas hard, so like a mountain, ‘twould endure rains, gales, and storms alike. And so, He chose the most durable of boulders and did carve it in His own image, then did breathe life into it and called it a man.

Tough was his creation, like a rock, and it loved the woman as Veles and Praboh would love Mokosh, shouldst they merge into but one being. The man was as tender as he was violent and as caring as he was jealous. He did protect the woman from beasts, did feed her, and did accompany her upon the farthest of journeys.