"Just a moment longer."

Sehv reassured you from where he moved to rest along a gnarled log, flowers and cloves blooming in wake of his steps. His gaze was absolute, calm as the ponds he watched over, as warm as the sunrises across his lands.

Yet you knew it was a farce. For a deity of life, Sehv was a terribly fragile being. Perhaps that was why there were those like you who came along, priests and priestesses dedicated to serving the natural deities of Wrhethemia to maintain balance.

You knew that if Sehv's life were cut short, he'd be reincarnated somewhere else and harmony would gradually realign. But that wasn't something you were willing to accept.

Still, the slightest frost or bruise, even a harsh rain could prove fatal for him and the entirety of the forests he nurtured. Gentleness was his nature. But in terms of strength, it was a trait as fleeting as Spring itself.

Even against all odds, however, you weren't willing to give up.