Mayla, Aubrelle, and Cynthia gave Trafalgar their full attention.
Three pairs of eyes were fixed on him.
Well, two pairs of eyes and one bird.
Mayla watched from across the table, the playfulness from a few breaths ago gone from her face. Aubrelle's unfocused red gaze rested in his direction, the scar around her eyes catching the warm light while Pipin perched near her hand with its crimson stare trained on him. Cynthia sat a little straighter than before, shoulders tense, her cup forgotten between both hands.
Trafalgar exhaled through his nose.
"It started with the war, and the aftermath." he said.
Nobody interrupted.
"You know about the war, obviously. Mayla was informed during most of it. Aubrelle was present, since my family fought beside hers against House Thal'zar." Trafalgar's attention shifted to Cynthia. "I imagine you heard about it too."
