Althenia, Nurturing Bloom

Unevolved

The old growth bequeaths its hopes and wishes; the new buds receive love and warmth from sky and land. Through transition and change, the world endures everlasting. So, begone with the old ways—that the sun may rise on the morning of life.

Evolved

Sathanid, my companion. I will see your righteous will done, our union feted. We need but trust in the nascent winds; thence the old laws are excised. Come now, we are no strangers to tribulation and hardship. As great trees emerge from earth, so too shall we forge our own future.