Draognfish

The snow was blowing around the small cabin, but the inside was toasty and warm, partly because of the small fire pit and partially because the girl was wrapped in furs. Now she squinted at the tiny and rather annoying text in front of her, and her small hands dropped the worn book into her lap.  Now the girl huffed loudly, drawing the attention of her father, who sat nearby looking not at ancient languages as he used to, but instead at maps of war plans. As preoccupied as he was, the man caught the obvious gesture and turned on his stool to where she reclined.  Maybe a hint of amusement was reflected in his pale eyes, but it was missed by t