That was the thing Aelara kept coming back to afterward. She had not arranged it or anticipated it or been told to be anywhere specific. She had been walking past the twins' training room on the way to something else entirely and she had stopped because something had changed in the air in the corridor outside the door and she could not immediately name what it was.
She stopped.
She stood in the corridor and she felt it.
Not threat. Not the cold sharp quality the bond had when something was wrong. Something else. The specific quality of something being exactly right, which had its own feeling, distinct and clear, the feeling of a thing arriving at the place it was always going.
The door was slightly open.
She did not push it further. She stood at the gap and she looked through.
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They had been in a training session.
