Did the armory need a map?

Thorn was really getting into this idea of making maps.  Making one of a large area had been really hard when there was so much he still had to learn about the castle and how to make finer details and measurements.  The pup decided to aim for something smaller to start with.  With a sheet of paper and a piece of charcoal in his mouth, Thorn made his way to the armory.

The boy sat down in the middle of the room, carefully walking about it, looking at where all the various weapons and armor were laid out.  There was a forge, workbench, and grindstone.  Honestly, he didn’t know what everything in here was but he had a mind to try and use most of the paper for the armory and then a bit more for the hallway which would end up connecting to the great hall.  Did he have enough paper for all of that?  Well, Thorn would have to figure it out as he went along.  Regardless, he would start small and work his way out.

Thorn had played with the coal between both paws and in his mouth his last attempt.  He had gone with using his paws that time but now he kept the paper on the floor and picked the charcoal in his mouth.  Thorn had decided that maybe if he could detail things with charcoal it would mean he’d do better also at swinging a weapon with good aim.  Could the two connect like that?

Thorn put charcoal on paper and moved slowly, placing the charcoal on the paper and very slowly turning his head, eyes slanted to try and peer down at what he was making.  The line zigzagged a bit here and there but at least it was staying closer to the edge of the paper.  Three times it jerked too much and slid off, leaving an unwanted streak in its place.  Thorn wanted to get frustrated, and found himself glaring at it but finally huffed out the frustration.  Drawing while focusing was hard enough, drawing while angry would be worse.

Eventually, he made a rectangle to represent the room.  Did he draw boxes where items were or try to make the items themselves? Thorn turned his head left and right imagining how hard drawing items would be.  How much of a challenge would he give himself?  The boy spent about two minutes debating and then went to draw a much smaller rectangle to represent where the workbench was.  It was the easiest thing to actually draw, though it was also anything but a straight line.  However, he had made the size of it in comparison to the room decently well.  

His gaze went to where several swords were, focusing on the size of space the area took, then making a rectangle for something sort of similar.  Unfortunately, the quality size of the rectangle was harder to note when he tried to draw a sword in the rectangle to express what it was. The sword lines went out too far and were more random crossing lines that didn’t seem like swords at all.  Thorn gazed at it critically, frustrated at how it turned out but with another sigh, he looked about the room again.  Another line was made for where armor was set.  How the heck to make a mark for armor?  Thorn drew some little ovals for bracers, well squiggly lines meant for it.

He continued this with various items in the room and varying degrees of success.  Any time he tried to detail a bit of armor it was hardly recognizable but he was getting better at drawing the size of large objects in relation to a room.  When the room was finished Thorn made two lines farther out on the paper to represent the hallway.  Picking up paper and charcoal he moved down the hallway and to the entrance to the great hall.  There wasn’t enough room on the paper to do the great hall.  Pondering what to do he made a long line horizontal to the hallway line with perpendicular lines that went an inch or so to the end of the paper, trying to show the hallway opened up into another large space.

A square with squiggly lines was placed on the edge of the paper in those lines, representing the fireplace in the great hall.  Thorn imagined the map wasn’t all that good but at the same time, the pup felt like he’d learned from the failures he’d made and even done some things right, even if they didn’t show up well.  Regardless, he had no intention of getting rid of his map.  He’d keep his work and compare them as he hopefully improved with time.  Thorn rolled up his map, shoved the charcoal in it, and then picked it up to head back to their room.  That had been a whole lot of work for how little moving he’d done.

"Thorn Carpathius"