Though it be the Wind that shapeth mountains, spreadeth sands, and in vales whispers, naught was dearer to Earth than Water, for it did embrace its shores, and did caress its rifts with a myriad of silvery fingers, then did soak through its cracks to reach the deepest and darkest of its caves.

And so Veles did fall in love with Mokosh and chose her alone to be the one to quench his thirst. And he couldst feel her, and her touch, and the strength of her divine energy, for she was the Life, the Mercy, and the Patience.

Veles drew Water from a stream and moistened the sands, red and heated from his divine love. From a clay thus made, he began to form plants and animals, and when he liked their shape, he breathed life into them, using divine power overheard from enchanted whispers carried by the wind.