It must be different for Pokemon who evolve twice, but we only have one evolution separating a child from an adult. Our entire lives are spent in a constant state of change, but this is a very abrupt one. Up until maybe... a month ago...? Up until then, I was like a Bulbasaur.

[He kept his head down as he explained; not because it's a particularly hard topic to deal with -- that's simply the natural course of life -- but because he was trying really hard to not be the clumsiest ever at sweeping.]

The hinds are the spine of the herd; they stay once they evolve. For the harts, there's a tradition to help us cope with the change. For a full cycle of seasons, we set out alone to gather up experiences. We find out what the world is, we settle into becoming the stag the forest wants us to be, and we give the gift of everything we've learned to our herd.