What are Sisters For?

Thorn hadn’t actually been in the dojo, not yet at least.  With thoughts running through his mind, the boy made little noise.  It wasn’t so much he attempted to be quiet but that other than walking he was doing nothing to make noise.  He came up behind Taly, one ear bandaged and a wooden sword in his mouth.  She might have noticed him by the softer sound of his steps, or maybe from his scent if she was paying attention.  If she wasn’t then she likely notice when he lowered his head to drop the wooden sword as the weapon struck the ground with a light thud.

“Hey Taly, what are you doing here?” The question asked with friendly curiosity.  It wasn’t a spot he expected to find his sister considering she’d never shown the same interest as most of his siblings in fighting.  Thorn couldn’t let a little injury to his ear stop him from training, not if he wanted to be an amazing fighter someday.  He also had to keep busy, it was imperative!  When he was still the urge to scratch at the ear came on like a massive itch that was hard to ignore.  The wound hurt, the stitching itched and the fact it refused to let him forget made it all the more work to not mess with it.  Training was the best answer obviously.  

"Thorn Carpathius"