Trafalgor quirked an eyebrow at his love's hesitant answer, but his attention was quickly pulled away from her as another redhead appeared nearby, nearly overwhelming Trafalgor's senses from the power of her magickal output before he cut off his own sensing technique. The woman then started screaming at… Furtuna? Who was that?
Trafalgor's head shot upward as the airship appeared overhead once again, causing his eyes to widen in surprise as the blue-skinned woman screamed back over the side of her ship.
Ah, so Furtuna was the name of the captain of that ship. Good to know. Now he had a name, but… why had this… Wait. Trafalgor carefully glanced at Daphne and saw that she his love was frozen stiff as she stared wide-eyed at the woman beside them…
Oh.
In all his time knowing Daphne, only one person had cause the sort of reaction that the other redhead was currently causing within her… and that was her mother, Angela Rose… Goddess of Life and Love.
As the goddess and Captain began to argue back and forth, Trafalgor learned more and more about his… soon-to-be in-laws? First was that Furtuna was apparently Daphne's sister. The second, and probably most obvious, was that Furtuna and Angela got on like a pack of cats and dogs shoved into a burlap sack and tied shut, kicked around and thrown down a cliff.
He was still quite upset that the Captain had thrown Daphne off of her ship, but her claim that she 'wouldn't have let her die' caught his attention and made him quirk an eyebrow as his attention snapped back and forth like watching a game of kick ball that the children of Gulu liked to play.
When the blue-skinned woman appeared next to them and handed Daphne her basket that he remembered from his many visits to the Iron Woods, Trafalgor tensed for a moment before relaxing back to his ready stance… continuing to watch as the two women changed the topic of conversation from family squabble to updating each other on the state of the battlefields around the world and making plans for future operations.
This was more the type of thing that Trafalgor was used to and he quickly fell into a familiar mindset as he took in information and processed it in terms that let him make his own plans based on it. Finally, it seemed Angela and Furtuna had finished with their conversation and the Captain turned to direct her next words at himself.
Trafalgor took those words in as well, then let out a scowl that transformed into a fierce grin. He had thought that the winds had answered his directions too easily. "Well, shit… I can't even be mad at you anymore. It was you that was assisting me with the winds on the way down, wasn't it?" He gave a soft 'tsk' and shook his head ruefully. "Fine, Captain… you get a pass this time." He narrowed his eyes at the woman and offered his hand to shake… while charging himself with electricity with the same defensive technique he used during the Vada Incident. "But the next time you endanger Daphne, we'll be trading fists instead of words, got it?"
When the small fairy showed up, Trafalgor tensed momentarily before forcing himself to relax as surreptitiously as he could manage. Still he managed to catch the Captain's attention as he shifted his footing. "Fair winds and good hunting, Captain Furtuna… kill as many of these Void fuckers as you can," he said with a fierce grin as he let a portion of his normally contained bloodlust free for a moment.
He took a small amount of amusement from the light sisterly teasing from Furtuna, but held back from laughing out loud so as not to embarrass Daphne, but he couldn't quite help the grin when she made her jab at Angela. Trafalgor knew full-well the kind of person Angela was from Father Sidney's journals. He had once taken those words with a grain of salt, but after meeting with Serafina and hearing Daphne's own accounts of her mother, he had gone back and committed them all to memory. After all, if things went as they were currently, she would be his mother-in-law one day.
Once Furtuna departed, he simply waited for the remaining two women to continue the conversation. He made sure to suppress his emotions and facial expressions as Angela scolded her daughter. This was not his fight and he knew that he need not even attempt to step in on her behalf. He knew that Daphne was stronger than even she knew, regardless of whether she saw it as a 'necessity.' As he thought, Daphne defended her decision to come to the Plains of Bohar, and even added points to show that she had not been remiss in her duties, even as she traveled afield. He didn't know if her time spent with him had given her some semblance of courage or example, but if so, he was glad for it.
And finally, when Daphne introduced him to her mother, in quite an amusing and awkward manner, Trafalgor gave an easy smile to the goddess, placed one hand over his chest and sketched a polite bow. "Well met, Lady Angela. It is a pleasure to meet you."
He watched as the goddess seemed to study him for a bit, then gave him something in the realm of an apology without actually doing so. Trafalgor simply chuckled and shook his head. "Think nothing of it," he told her as he glanced momentarily skyward to where the frustrating woman had disappeared from. "I think that 'hard to deal with' may very well be putting things lightly."
He shook his head once more and glanced back at the battlefield, checking to make sure that the line was holding steady during this small distraction. It seemed fine for now, but Trafalgor made sure to keep an open ear for his particular horn call to go out and relieve a section of the line. "Anyway, while I have you here, would you mind me asking a question?" he asked to the goddess. Once he'd gotten the okay, he continued. "I've heard rumors of a new type of Twisted that can raise the fallen as Twisted, called 'Reanimators.'" He gave a soft scowl and pressed on. "While I dislike suggesting such, would it not be prudent to burn our fallen both on the battlefield during our redeployments and at the healing camps?" Trafalgor met the goddess' eyes and sighed. "I usually work in the camps as a healer… and they are lightly defended at best. If a Twisted were to reanimate from the mass graves, it may well wipe out the whole camp if it gets lucky…"
"I come to you with empty hands. I have no weapons, but if I am forced to defend myself, my principles, or my honor, should it be a matter of life or death, of right or wrong; then here are my weapons. Empty hands." ~Trafalgor