Juli laid on his bed. His bed, made of vines and wood, was not as comfortable as the luxurious bed that Templars got at the Chantry, but he liked it. Juli was comforted by the fact that he wasn't a Templar. He wondered if Templars felt the same way about him as he did about them. Did they think of the Dalish as prideful beasts? Did they think that the Dalish were not trustworthy? Juli trusted that Mother was telling the truth, but he still felt curious to find out more about humans. Juli opened his eyes, and noticed that the sun was just rising, it was dawn. He could see the reddish orange of the sun through the slit underneath his tent. Juli decided to get up so he could have some extra time to get ready to hunt with Father. Juli knew it was early, but he realized how early it was when he got out of his tent and saw nobody was had woken. Juli stood in the middle of the camp and admired the silence for a moment. A silence that was only interrupted by that weird sound that crickets made. Juli always wondered why they made that sound, and why they only made it throughout the night. He walked to the river that was downhill from the camp. It was one of the sweetest perks of being part of the Velthrin clan, having a river right next to the camp. He cupped some water into his hands and splashed it onto his face. Juli loved splashing his face with water in the morning, it quelled the heaviness that he felt after waking up. He felt…cleansed after washing his face with water. He heard someone approach. Was it Mother? Father? Juli felt confident that it had to be someone form the camp since any outsider had to go through the camps' traps to get to the river.
"Someone is excited to go hunting." It was Father.
His husky voice was so indistinguishable that it was one of the few things that Juli knew made his father different from the other fathers in the camp. Juli turned around and held a gaze at his father, for a moment he contemplated his father's unique facial features shining on the young sun of the morning. His reddish almost orange face glistened on the sun. The brightness of the sun gave his red beard a brighter red. That brightness, somehow, made his tanned skin eve more tan, almost orange. Father kneeled about the edge of the river, and started washing his face. Juli noticed how similar him and his father were at doing the simple task of washing one's face. The way he cupped his hand and looked at the tiny pool of water for one second and then splashed his face, just like he did. Juli admired his father for a lot of things. One of them was the fact that he was considered the best hunter of the camp. He hoped to be as good of a hunter as his father one day. "Get ready little hunter," Juli's father grinned and put his hand on Juli's shoulder, "I'll get the others." He got up and started back for the camp.
