She made a frequency.
Not a sound — she made sounds, she had sounds, she had an entire established vocabulary of sounds at six weeks that Nara had catalogued with the specific clinical attention she brought to everything she cared about. This was different. This was the bond.
It had started at around four weeks — something new in the frequency between all five of them. Not an addition. A development. The small golden warmth that had been Davan's signature in the bond since twenty weeks, which had grown and become more specific after birth, was now doing something.
Nara noticed it first in the way she noticed everything — without announcing it, just: noticed.
She mentioned it to Zevran on a Tuesday evening.
"In the bond," she said. "Davan. She's been doing something."
He was at the ta
