Feed the flames

Thorn had teamed up with one of his little cousins to gather wood for the bonfire.  A strip of leather with a knotted loop in it made for a simple sheath that his wooden sword rested in.  Someday, the large pup imagined a fancy sheath just like his dad had but for now, a bit of leather around his waist would do.  

Thorn had also brought one of the hallows alpacas with them, a pack tossed over its back so that it would be in charge of carrying the sticks.  Thorn felt pretty clever at coming up with the idea.  “Now, we want some pretty fat branches to make a good bonfire.”

The two walked the birder of the berry grove as they hunted down good sticks.  It was kind of like actually patrolling, right?  Someday this would actually be a job of his but for now, it was more fun to imagine it was a responsibility of his.  No reason not to practice, right?  So as they walked along the edge, hunting for the branches Thorn also took time to scent the ground for anything that might be dangerous.  

“I use to grab a lot of branches out here to make swords but, not as large as I’d imagine for a bonfire.  I hear bonfires are giant, huge fires.  Bigger and brighter than anything you’ve ever seen.” Bigger than anything Thorn had ever seen for that matter also. “I’d use a stick for the crossguard and another for the blade and handle.  The first few were pretty bad though.”  Practice makes perfect.

"Thorn Carpathius"