Someplace new to make something new

Thorn had stared at dad’s sword for a while before he had gone to bed yesterday.  The boy had spent time in the armory and he was quite confident there were no swords small enough for him.  Sure, someday he’d be big and use those but the blue boy wanted a sword he could wield now!  The easy thought was asking dad for a small sword that he could use but another thought had come to him as the pup started to fade into sleep.

Thorn stepped into the grove for the first time, looking around with wonder.  It was all perfectly new and wonderful.  There were all sorts of sticks here.  There should be a perfect one here to make a sword!  One stick, or two?  If he wanted it to look like dad’s it would need a crossguard.

“Thanks for coming with me Ezra,” the boy looked to the antlered fellow who was with him.  There were numerous smells around here that hadn’t been in the castle, or even on the plains.  He could hear the sounds of birds hiding in the bushes and trees, the faint sound of the squirrel claws as they ran up and down trees.  

The boy circled about several trees, looking thoughtfully at sticks that had fallen from them.  He needed one that was thick enough to not break when used but not so fat he couldn’t get his mouth around it well.  On top of that Thorn imagined he’d need a piece maybe a bit thinner and it would need to be shorter than the main one.

Picking up a good fat one mouthed on it to make sure the size was right.  Grinning when it worked, he felt less picky about what he’d use for the cross piece.  “Hey looky at that!” The boy pointed where he spotted the back end of a porcupine as it was waddling into some bushes to avoid the wolves.  “What’s that thing?”

"Thorn Carpathius"