Eager to clean - at least here

Cleaning on its own didn’t sound necessarily fun but there was an exception to that.  Helping dad clean up and organize the armory would be loads of fun.  Thorn wanted to be a great fighter and even if it wasn’t a lesson in fighting there were surely things he could learn just from being in the armory and helping dad get things reorganized.  If nothing else the desire to be in there and look at everything called to him.

Bright-eyed and eagerly looking to his father Thron would walk into the armory with the same level of enthusiasm that might show for any form of play.  This was exactly where he wanted to be.  His eyes swept about the armory, soaking in everything then back to his dad, “What’s first?” It was hard but, other than looking at the various armor and weapons he wasn’t touching any of them.  This was for cleaning or organizing.  Thorn kept reminding himself of that.

Someday dad would decide he was big enough to truly wield a weapon and today Thorn would prove to his dad he could be responsible around them, no matter how hard the tease.

"Thorn Carpathius"