Jarn’s Journal is the fictional journal of a human-like alien who was stranded in Africa roughly 125,000 years ago. He has met and befriended a group of early humans, and they insist on treating him as a god. A slightly longer version of this entry can be found on my main blog; Jarn’s Journal to date is on my Author site.
Year 3 Day 25
I don’t know why I worried about clothes.
I teleported to where Storm Cloud had said their last camp would be well into the afternoon, to find them still present. Songbird caught me by the hand at once, and pulled me toward the shaman’s hut. “Hurry, hurry, she cried, “we must adorn you!” The next thing I knew I was being stripped and elaborately dressed in beautifully tanned leather, covered with designs in ivory and shell beads, porcupine quills, and carved bone. At least the loincloth they gave me didn’t chafe like mine. Perhaps I could trade for some properly tanned leather?
I managed to talk them out of dressing my hair with mud, but not out of the strongly scented fat they rubbed into it. Not that it made much difference, as they then covered it with a creation of feathers, fur and more beads that covered my head to such an extent that I could hardly see. Then they proceeded to paint designs on whatever skin was still visible.
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