From Fire, We Grow

Thorn was outside of the castle walls, along the beach where he liked to practice some of his sword moves while standing in a few inches of water. The soft shifting sand and the moving surf added that little extra effort to the training. He found it helped to make him focus on balance even if only a little more than normal.

Stormsong was an amazing weapon, not just because of its size but the excellent balance between the hilt and blade. He was working on a three-strike pattern but paused at Dad’s call. Putting his sword back into its sheath attached to his back, Thorn turned to head back to the hallows walls.

Thorn jogged to the Great Hall, slowing to a walk as he entered. Numerous wolves were already present. Spotting Dusk near the front Thorn took a seat near her, opposite of the side Sitri had shown. Giving his sister a friendly shoulder bump as his attention looked towards his father.

"Thorn Carpathius"