Ashes & Broken Dreams
"Come. This is no place to sleep," Tycondrius knelt down and picked Sasha up from underneath the table.
The library had a wooden bench with some pillows. That would be at least slightly more comfortable than the floor.
Her stark white hair had fallen out of her white hood, revealing her dark Elven ears. He quietly pulled her hood down to cover them.
This was the way Tycon chose to live.
He hid his true nature. He never revealed the extent of his abilities.
He eschewed glory for the safety of being underestimated. Those were the lessons he'd impart to his daughter.
She shot awake. She fussed and struggled. The young lady more or less slithered out of his arms.
...It left Tycon slightly disheartened. Less than two years prior, his daughter was small enough to carry around in his cloak.
"Sasha, I--"
Before he could finish, she dashed off, leaping and sliding over a table... and she hid behind a bookcase.