Trafalgar held Caelvyrn's gaze for a moment, then said, "I'll go first. I have something."
That alone was enough to make the dragon's expression change. The amusement did not disappear completely, but it moved aside. His eyes sharpened, the violet in them turning quieter and colder.
Trafalgar rested one arm over the chair and spoke without wasting time. "I have new information about the Primordial who was watching the last battle of the war."
The room stilled. Caelvyrn's fingers, which had been resting lazily against the arm of the chair, stopped moving. "Do you." Not really a question. More a demand for the rest.
Trafalgar nodded once. "In the last Council, something happened. I ran into a girl there. At first I thought she was just another strange person hiding behind a false face." His gaze lowered for a second, recalling Vivienne. "She approached me because the Primordial was looking for me."
Rhosyn turned to him at once. "What?"
Caelvyrn stayed still. "Explain."
