"Great. Just great. Now I have to survive here without any shoes."
She looked around the canyon. She could see several cave. To her left, the canyon suddenly ended. The steep walls blocked most of the view, but she could see a wide grassy plain and a big forest. To her right, the canyon continued until a bend blocked her view. Walking over to a rock, she sat down. The training clothes were rather heavy. The wristbands were weighted to. Opening one of the side pockets of her backpack, she pulled out a toilet bag. Rummaging inside, she pulled out a hairbrush and an elastic band. With a few strokes of the brush, she put her hair in a ponytail.
"So, that's better. Now it won't get into my face all the time. Now lets see. How am I going to survive here."
She looked around. There were several caves in the cliff. Putting the pack on her back, she investigated them one by one. Most of them were either to big or to small. One of them was occupied. There was a bear sleeping inside. She quickly left. Rounding the bent in the canyon, she saw nothing but an endless wasteland. Just dirt, rocks and the occasional tuft of grass. At the edge of the horizon she could see the shimmering of heat.
"Probably a desert."
After a good while of searching, she finally found a good cave. It was small, but the height was good. She could easily stand. The cave was about 8 foot wide and 16 foot deep. The position of the cave was also good. It was situated close to the end of the canyon. So it was close to the plain and forest. To the right of the cave entrance there was a small outcropping. It protected the cave from the wind that blew through the canyon. She saw that the cave was rather dirty inside. Walking unto the plain, she cut a large amount of the tough long grass that grew there. Putting it outside the cave she first threw out all the rocks that were inside. Then she picked up the grass and used it to sweep al the sand and dirt outside. She was sweating and very hot. It was hard work. The weighted clothes made it even harder. And the summer heat was even hotter because of the stone canyon. She was glad it was cool inside the cave. The cleaning took longer than she had expected. By the time it was finished, the sun was already setting and she was very tired. But she wasn't finished yet. She made three more trips to the plain. Every time returning with an armload of grass. She spread it out at the end of the cave. She could hardly stand now. The weight of the clothes was dragging her down. She felt weak.
"Damn. This must be because of blood loss. Guess that whatever way Piccolo healed me can only do wounds and cannot replace blood. Have to be careful for a while."
She put down her backpack, opened it and pulled out her cloak. Wrapping herself in it, she lay down on the bed she had made of grass, curled up into a ball and instantly fell asleep.
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Piccolo was standing on top of the cliff. After flying off, he had made sure that he was out of the girls eyesight before turning back. He had watched her all day. He could see that she had experience in surviving in the wild. Instead of taking just the first cave, she had checked them all out first. And when she had found a suitable cave, she had cleaned it out. But the thing he liked the most was that she had made a bed of grass. It would keep her of the bare rock. That was important, because the rock could suck all the warmth out of you. She clearly had survival experience. He levitated to the canyon floor and walked over to the cave entrance. Looking inside, he saw that the girl was curled up into her cloak on her grass bed. She was sound asleep. Having watched her all day he knew that she was still weak from loss of blood. Taking a few steps to the side, he levitated and started to meditate. He would watch over the girl this night.
She looked around the canyon. She could see several cave. To her left, the canyon suddenly ended. The steep walls blocked most of the view, but she could see a wide grassy plain and a big forest. To her right, the canyon continued until a bend blocked her view. Walking over to a rock, she sat down. The training clothes were rather heavy. The wristbands were weighted to. Opening one of the side pockets of her backpack, she pulled out a toilet bag. Rummaging inside, she pulled out a hairbrush and an elastic band. With a few strokes of the brush, she put her hair in a ponytail.
"So, that's better. Now it won't get into my face all the time. Now lets see. How am I going to survive here."
She looked around. There were several caves in the cliff. Putting the pack on her back, she investigated them one by one. Most of them were either to big or to small. One of them was occupied. There was a bear sleeping inside. She quickly left. Rounding the bent in the canyon, she saw nothing but an endless wasteland. Just dirt, rocks and the occasional tuft of grass. At the edge of the horizon she could see the shimmering of heat.
"Probably a desert."
After a good while of searching, she finally found a good cave. It was small, but the height was good. She could easily stand. The cave was about 8 foot wide and 16 foot deep. The position of the cave was also good. It was situated close to the end of the canyon. So it was close to the plain and forest. To the right of the cave entrance there was a small outcropping. It protected the cave from the wind that blew through the canyon. She saw that the cave was rather dirty inside. Walking unto the plain, she cut a large amount of the tough long grass that grew there. Putting it outside the cave she first threw out all the rocks that were inside. Then she picked up the grass and used it to sweep al the sand and dirt outside. She was sweating and very hot. It was hard work. The weighted clothes made it even harder. And the summer heat was even hotter because of the stone canyon. She was glad it was cool inside the cave. The cleaning took longer than she had expected. By the time it was finished, the sun was already setting and she was very tired. But she wasn't finished yet. She made three more trips to the plain. Every time returning with an armload of grass. She spread it out at the end of the cave. She could hardly stand now. The weight of the clothes was dragging her down. She felt weak.
"Damn. This must be because of blood loss. Guess that whatever way Piccolo healed me can only do wounds and cannot replace blood. Have to be careful for a while."
She put down her backpack, opened it and pulled out her cloak. Wrapping herself in it, she lay down on the bed she had made of grass, curled up into a ball and instantly fell asleep.
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Piccolo was standing on top of the cliff. After flying off, he had made sure that he was out of the girls eyesight before turning back. He had watched her all day. He could see that she had experience in surviving in the wild. Instead of taking just the first cave, she had checked them all out first. And when she had found a suitable cave, she had cleaned it out. But the thing he liked the most was that she had made a bed of grass. It would keep her of the bare rock. That was important, because the rock could suck all the warmth out of you. She clearly had survival experience. He levitated to the canyon floor and walked over to the cave entrance. Looking inside, he saw that the girl was curled up into her cloak on her grass bed. She was sound asleep. Having watched her all day he knew that she was still weak from loss of blood. Taking a few steps to the side, he levitated and started to meditate. He would watch over the girl this night.