“Yet you would want to hear how I was thrown out? You would want to hear how I was used? You would want to hear how I was cast aside like some old rag?” Gromhir looked round moving over to a flower. The massive beast broke down into a human that was not as imposing as one would have expected. He cautiously reached out a finger and something small seemed to crawl on to his finger.
“Come closer,” he watched the small ladybird that crawled along his finger. “Even the smallest creature has a place in this world.” His voice was soft. He never looked at her, was seemingly unaware he was completely nude and was completely enthralled by the little creature that crawled over the tip of his finger.
He let out a quiet chuckle, “Not matter how seemingly insignificant the task. Nature designed all her creatures to be of equal importance, to each have a place in Her Order.” Gromhir was not truly aware of how devoted he was to this Nature figure nor that she was in fact a God.
“Nature would not have guided you to me for no reason,” Gromhir replied to her comment on her being a whelp. “Had your pain not been shielded by your anger, I could have offered to help sooner. I am sorry but I had to hurt you before I could help you.”
“I am not perfect. But I have known your pain.”