time – Past – cave man era, young girl with a weapon
sight – dry grasslands, steps, mountains creek animals wild life etc
sound – natural noises, water, bird calls etc
touch – soft grasses, contrast to cold stone and wooden shaft
taste – fruit and meat eaten has sharp tastes
smell – flowers, dirt, wood,
Vibrant rich colours scour the landscape with yellow and red flowers blooming along the plains. As far as the eye can see the huge glaciers mark the edges of the world, sharp winds whip down from the glacier bringing a bite to the air along the plains. What the young girl could see for miles upon miles was long lush grasses, so tall that it reached up to her chest in some areas. The heat from the sun bought sweet aromas wafting in the breeze bringing the rich scent of mixed damp and dusty soil. The girl who was sitting in the dirt was the colour of leather, her long toned limbs had been bronzed from exposure to the sunlight since a young age. Close by to where she was sitting, a creek bubbled and murmured as it dashed by. In the palm of her hand a cool dark stone sat, being chiseled away at the edges to produce a small, light sharp blade used as a spear to pierce the flank of an unsuspecting animal.
She was nervous. Beads of sweat fell from her forehead, her hands shook and her heart was flying out of time. If a girl or woman was to be found hunting let alone holding a weapon she would have terrible consequences. Since she was young she would not be killed but she would be banished from the tribe and forced to live alone, exposed on the open plains. She looked up, sweeping the landscape with sky blue eyes looking for any unusual activity, a lock of thick golden hair fell over her face which she quickly pulled away in fear of missing out on any small detail. A low rumbling in the distance vibrated her very core making her pause and listen. She smiled, she always did. She loved listening to the mammoths and watching them on their journey, from the bitter cold glaciers through the valley and across the plains past her home. Their long curving ivory tusks longer than any man, a long brown shaggy coat and unusual snout that hung down by their feet which they used as hands. The babies she always loved to watch. Their inquisitive nature and eagerness to play at every moment bought a smile to her face and the occasional laugh.
Her blade was slowly coming to life. Swift movements of the hands took out flakes from the edges of the stone to produce a razor sized edge, she would often go into a daze, as the rhythmic movements of carving was soothing. The spear head was better than any man’s, she assumed it was due to her commitment to making it as good as possible that it was at such a high standard. The girl also had a sling; which was used with stones to throw and kill small animals, and used in self-defense against larger animals like hyena which would inflict pain on the animals and hopefully deter the animal from the girl. A rustling in the grasses caused the girl to halt; her ears pricked, her eyes darted back and forwards across the area trying to locate where the noise was coming from. The blade disappeared inside her summer tunic, a basic clothing item made of several animal hides sewn together. She would rather not have worn it, but it proved to be very convenient such as holding items, which right now held the blade covering any evidence she was doing anything wrong. A small brown prairie dog emerged from the grasses, quick as lightning she had thrown her sling and killed it with one strike. Pleased with herself she went to retrieve it. As she approached the animal she made swift movements with her hands, wishing the prairie dog off to the spirit world, and giving thanks that the hide and flesh will not go to waste. Her mother will be proud, she needed another small hide for the baby she would soon expect. If she treated the hide correctly it would produce a soft desirable texture, perfect for a small infant to be wrapped in.
The girl decided that she had done enough today. Leaving the carving tool behind she safely tucked the blade in her tunic. Slung the prairie dog over her shoulder, sling in the other hand set out for the journey home. As she walked through the creek the ice-cold water came as a relief from the baking sun. She stood there enjoying the refreshing water, watching the world go by. Listening to the song birds flying high in the sky casting vast shadows over the ground with there sheer numbers and filling the air with their alluring melodies. She had learnt most of the songs, learnt how to clip and extend notes with her tongue, on her way home she would practise and more often than not the birds would follow her. Big, small, many a dull brown whilst the others were beautiful colours of gold and blue, the occasional orange and red here and their staining the sky in a band of colour.
It was getting late. The sun was rapidly descending behind with mountain’s west of the plains obscuring much of the valley and casting it in shadow. She was walking at a rapid pace, not wanting to be caught out in the open. As the girl got closer to her camp aromas of the woody embers of many camp fires and the scent of fresh meat, wafted towards her making her mouth water. Hoping it was a mammoth that passed by earlier that day. Around the corner an amber glow illuminated a large group of people, all sitting round the fire devouring the fresh meat and exchanging stories from the days events. The girl ran over to a familiar figure, one of safety and comfort. Her mother, she was home.