The call of the Waizuno, a mythical beauty in the high mountain lake.

Awaking beauty

She stood naked for a while bathing in its beauty, and smoothed her hands gently over the curves of her body.

Slowly, she entered into the tent, and looked upon her sleeping partner- admiring their peaceful breathing.

Hesitating, she collected her clothes, afraid to wake her friend. Backing out through the tent flap smoothly, she paused erect outside.

Hearing a far away splash. 'May have been a fish', she thought.

Almost with regret, she started to cover her body with the clothes for the day. Pulling them on with a practiced flow, that only someone comfortable in their own skin could.

Now clothed, with boots and a soft jacket, she unchained her trusted brindle dog, caressing him as she did.
Standing up again, she ran her hands through her hair, brushed her fringe out of the way, and put on a beanie her mom had given her.

Collecting her new rifle,some homemade jerky, and a bottle of water- she quietly began than 500 yard walk to the lake.

As the little dog ran ahead, she enjoyed the peacefulness of the early morning, listening to the calls of the birds as they awoke too.

Finding herself at the lakes edge, she slipped into the blind, and began to ready herself for the wild animals that regularly came to drink.

Only minutes passed, and family of deer came, and quickly drunk then left - showing obvious signs of nervousness.
She lifted her hat away from her ears, and sat there, contemplating why- she had never seen the deer so anxious before.

Turning around to pick up her water bottle, she heard a splash close to the waters edge.
Looking out she saw the most beautiful creature come from the water, shake the water from its hair and stand there, taking in its surroundings.

Not a woman to be usually afraid, she was taken aback by the seemingly sudden appearance of the creature, and that it was looking directly into her eyes.

Entranced by its gaze, and its perfect form, she put her things down, and went outside.
No words were spoken, though she felt the communication vibrating in her inner self- it was like a talking of souls.

The huntress, began to undress - carefully folding her clothes, and placing them by the blind.When she was naked again, she felt free and at ease.

Moving towards the mythical creature, she took its hand and re-entered the lake, now with small waves, with it with an indescribable sense of belonging.........

The lesson - read this story once a day for a week around a special day:-
basically appreciate your inner beauty.

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