As the sun graced the horizon, the girl woke up, feeling refreshed and ready to embrace the new day. She prepared a simple breakfast, savoring the flavors of the wild fruits she had gathered the day before. With a satisfied stomach, she made her way to the nearby river, the shimmering water inviting her for a refreshing bath.
As she stepped into the shallow river, the cool water caressed her skin, washing away the traces of dirt and grime. She smiled, feeling a sense of rejuvenation and purity. Glancing at her clothes, she noticed they had become slightly soiled, and an idea sparked in her mind.
"I should wash my clothes too," she murmured, speaking to herself and the gentle flow of the river. With careful hands, she immersed the garments in the water, using the natural currents to aid her in cleansing them. She rubbed the fabric together, feeling the dirt and stains loosen and dissolve.
her clothes are with her when she's born
(will the goddess allow her to be nude?)[Author]
While her clothes soaked in the flowing river, she pondered the possibility of creating new garments. Her current attire was becoming worn, and the need for a fresh set of clothing grew apparent. Observing the diverse flora around her, she searched for suitable materials that could be transformed into fabric.
Her eyes fixated on a cluster of tall reeds swaying in the breeze. Their long, slender stalks and fibrous texture caught her attention. A spark of ingenuity ignited within her, and she decided to experiment with these reeds to fashion a new garment.
Leaving her washed clothes to dry on a nearby rock, she ventured deeper into the wilderness, gathering an ample supply of the sturdy reeds. With each careful pluck, she thanked nature for providing the resources she needed.
Returning to her shelter, she examined the reeds, considering the best way to transform them into fabric. Using a sharp stone she had crafted for various purposes, she carefully removed the outer layers of the reeds, revealing the thin, flexible fibers hidden within. Her nimble fingers separated and smoothed the fibers, gradually forming a thread-like material.
"I'll weave these fibers into a new fabric," she murmured, her voice carrying a tone of determination and anticipation. She set up a simple loom, fashioning it from branches and vines, ensuring stability and functionality.
Taking a deep breath, she began the meticulous process of weaving. Her fingers danced across the threads, interlacing them in a rhythmic pattern. Each movement was deliberate and precise, as she envisioned the fabric taking shape under her skilled touch.
The sun climbed higher in the sky as she wove, her concentration unwavering. Hours passed, but her patience remained steadfast. Finally, she held up the finished cloth, admiring its texture and strength. It was a testament to her resourcefulness and determination.
Satisfied with her creation, she set the newly woven fabric aside to dry, joining her freshly washed clothes in the warm embrace of the sun. With a sense of accomplishment, she turned her attention to the sight of a large fish gliding through the river's currents.
Her shelter, nestled amidst the lush greenery, was conveniently located just a short distance away from the river. The melodious sound of the flowing water accompanied her every step as she walked barefoot along a well-trodden path. The gentle rustling of leaves and the symphony of chirping birds surrounded her, creating a serene atmosphere.
Reaching the riverbank, she marveled at the crystal-clear water that meandered its way through the landscape. The river was her lifeline, providing her with drinking water, a source of nourishment, and a place for cleansing and bathing. She was grateful for its proximity to her humble abode, as it made her daily routine more convenient.
A playful glimmer sparkled in her eyes as she contemplated the idea of a savory meal. "I haven't tasted fish yet," she mused aloud, her voice carrying a hint of anticipation. She knew it was time to put her hunting skills to the test and embrace the primal instincts within her.
With determination in her eyes, the girl set out to create a formidable spear, a tool that would aid her in her hunt for fish. She carefully selected a sturdy, straight branch from a nearby tree, ensuring its length and thickness were suitable for her purpose. Holding the wooden spear in her hand, she used a rough stone to shape and sharpen its tip, honing it to a fine point.
As she worked on her spear, she couldn't help but admire the intricate details nature had bestowed upon it. The grains of the wood seemed to tell a story of resilience and strength
As the day progressed, sharpening a sturdy wooden spear with the aid of a rough stone.
Once satisfied with the spear's sharpness,
she turned her attention back to the river,
She observed the patterns of the fish, their graceful movements and hidden nuances,
observing the fish as they gracefully swam through the water.
She studied their movements, noting their preferred spots and patterns, identifying the perfect spot to launch her hunt, Patiently, she waited for the perfect opportunity to strike.
With lightning speed, she thrust the spear forward, propelled by a surge of determination and instinct. The wooden weapon flew through the air, guided by her practiced aim, and met its target with precision. The fish wriggled momentarily, caught on the sharp tip of the spear, before succumbing to its fate.
A triumphant smile graced her face as she retrieved her prize from the water. The glistening fish, still twitching, She cradled the catch with reverence, acknowledging the life it had offered to sustain her own.
Returning to her shelter, she prepared to cook the fish, eager to savor its flavors and nourish her body. She carefully built a bonfire, arranging dry leaves, twigs, and larger branches in a strategic formation. Sparks danced in the air as she struck two stones together, igniting a small flame that grew steadily.
Once the fire was ablaze, she placed a makeshift grill, crafted from sturdy branches, over the crackling flames. With deftness born from practice, she impaled the fish on a sharpened stick, securing it above the heat. The aroma of wood smoke mingled with the scent of cooking fish, creating an enticing blend that wafted through the air.
As she watched the fish slowly cook over the open fire, she couldn't help but anticipate the moment when she would indulge in its deliciousness. The flames licked the flesh, searing it gently, while the sizzling sounds filled the wilderness. The fish gradually transformed, its skin turning crispy and golden, while the meat cooked to tender perfection.
Finally, she deemed the fish ready, its flesh flaking off effortlessly as she tested it with a wooden stick. With eager hands, she carefully removed it from the heat and placed it on a broad leaf, allowing it to cool briefly. The anticipation grew as she admired the succulent meal before her.
Taking a cautious bite, she closed her eyes, allowing the flavors to dance on her tongue. The flesh was moist and tender, infused with the smoky essence of the fire. A satisfied smile curved her lips as she savored the taste, a triumph of her efforts and the bountiful gifts the wilderness had provided.
As she relished each succulent morsel, a thought crossed her mind. She had remember from her knowledge about the magical ingredient called salt, known for enhancing the flavors of food. While she lacked access to this precious commodity, her resourceful nature prompted her to contemplate alternatives. Perhaps, in her future explorations, she would stumble upon a natural substitute that could elevate her culinary creations.
But for now, she reveled in the simplicity and purity of the meal.