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Soval and Sorel waited in the sitting room of Sorel's modest home. Soval regarded his son fondly. Though Sorel honored the Vulcan way and remained outwardly passive, Soval knew his son better. Underneath the carefully blank face Sorel maintained lay great curiosity and apprehensiveness. The occasion warranted this. Sorel turned to face the mouth of the hall that lead to the bed chambers at the sound of soft footsteps coming from the last chamber.
The stoic reldai, clad in the simple yet elegant white robes customary for Vulcan priestesses such as herself, stopped at the archway and addressed Sorel, "She has arrived." Sorel and Soval followed the woman down to the master chamber. Inside Sorel's wife lay propped up on their shared bed with a small bundle in her arms. Beside her stood a healer taking scans of the two on the bed.
Soval remained just inside and to the right of the doorway to the room while his son walked over to his adun'a, the first two fingers of each of the bondmates meeting in the oz'hesta.
"I trust you and our kanbu are well?" He asked, none of the nervousness he felt seeping into his voice. He made the extra effort in asking even though he knew in the bonds he shared with the two that they were both well to make sure and soothe any uncertainty.
"We are well, adun," she said quietly, mindful of the sensitive ears of the small Vulcan in her arms. Sorel's eyes studied the delicate features of the small face so like his own, but more so like T'Lena's. She was beautiful. T'Lena placed her in his open arms. After adjusting her gently into the crook of his arm, he touched his fingers to her temple tenderly to send a warm telepathic message, Na'shaya, ko-fu t'nash-veh [Welcome, my daughter]. The small one's large, bright, brown eyes lit up as she recognized the man who held her and she smiled a gummy smile. He allowed her to be recipient of a small, sincere smile. She was so calm for even a Vulcan baby. Vulcans may be a logical people, but they are not born that way. He and T'Lena will teach his daughter the ways of their people, but for now, he would encourage his small daughter to express herself freely in her first moments among her parents. Sorel looked to his adun'a.
Calm, she projected to him through their bond approvingly. He knew what she was hinting to. T'Hayal, serenity, suited the small one in his arms.
"Does the kan-bu have a name presently?" asked the reldai.
"We welcome S'chn T'gai T'Hayal cha'Sorel to my House on this 20th day of Tasmeen," Sorel stated on behalf of himself and his adun'a.
"I give congratulations on the increase of your house. May the young one and your House live long and prosper," the reldai replied in recognition and in closing. All of the Vulcans in the room, save T'Hayal briefly exchanged salutes before the reldai and the healer quietly left the house. Sorel motioned for his father to come and meet his granddaughter. Sorel transferred hold of T'Hayal to him. Soval touched his fingers to her temple too.
Na'shaya, ko-fu-il T'Hayal, petakov-kan [Welcome, granddaughter T'Hayal, dear child]. It was in this moment he missed T'Lara most. His own adun'a had passed just over a year before.