...I have the biggest urge to be really sarcastic and make cave-paintings to express this assignment (a journal entry of a day in the life of a hunter/gatherer...), for I've never like these fake-journal things... but ANYWAY...
~Day 12 of the Seventh Moon Cycle~
The great move has started. As the prey move and flee the cold, so do we of the Tribe.
We pack up our few worldly posessions and follow in their tracks along ancient paths.
So is the order of things, so has it always been, so it shall always be.
On a more personal note, the shaman has finally accepted me as a pupil. My parents are quite proud of me- as their only child, and eldest daughter, there was not much hope in me amounting to anything of great worth... Although I have finally proved them wrong.
As the new apprentice, many things were taught to me today as we trekked along, such as which herb does what, and where to find them... I hope I can remember them all! the shaman is not one to be dealing with the rambling mind of a young girl. I can only hope that I don't dissapoint too badly...
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