Chapter 8: Threads and Fabrics

After waiting for the silkworms to finish creating their cocoons during the autumn, I checked the ones that I had placed inside the cups, and I was so happy with the output. It was already wintertime, and they had become perfectly shaped cocoons.

I decided to ask my father to make a small wooden reel similar to a fishing reel and a mini weaving tool. It would be hard to explain how to make these tools because paper and pencils were not yet invented. So, I could only use smooth wooden planks and carve the drawing with a knife to show my father the output I wanted to make.

I waited for my father to return to the Elder Healer's treehouse from his daily routine during dinner to show him my drawings. He came home earlier than usual, but he seemed to be in a bad mood. He was covered with snow all over his hair, beard, coat, and feet. He looked like a young version of Santa Claus with a scar on his face.

I welcomed him with a huge hug, using my small arms and wings spread widely, while my