As part of my series of posts relating to the Gracian culture I thought that I would do a small writeup regarding the mindset of the Gracian people. It’s written from the perspective of a hunter and helps to highlight how they view the world. Enjoy …
“I place the soles of my warm deer skin boot softly upon the ground; their supple hide base makes little noise upon the ground cover. My shins part the leaves of the ferns that make a green blanket for the forest, covering it a foot and a half above the soil. The air is still damp from the night time rains and all around me I can hear the dripping of water from the leaves as the last of the rain drains from the canopy above to the forest floor. There is little breeze this morning and my warm breath clouds in the chill air as I exhale. The forest is clear now, the fog of the morning has lifted and it has been cleaned from the previous rain. I have marked my body with woad to signify my intent to others, now it is time to hunt.
Looking to my left I can see my uncle, he is crouched against the trunk of a large tree, his bear skin cloak wrapped around him as he waits patiently, in his hands is a fine bow and although I cannot see it I know that he has an arrow knocked ready to release at a moment’s notice, he is a skilled hunter and in the absence of my father he has taught me all that I know.
I take a few steps forward and like my Uncle I rest my back against a nearby tree and search for my brother.
It is not long before he reveals himself and with a hand motion he signals for us to move. He has spotted our game and now it is time to make a kill and then it will be time to feast.
This is our world and this is my part in it.“