The Latias finally sees fit in the meanwhile to settle down completely upon the grass, resting on its belly while Nora sits up to better continue offering it berries. There’s a sudden plop! as Pak drops out of the tree and onto the Latias’s head, causing the larger creature to squeak, but all Pak does is slip down its neck like a slide and tumble over to the berry-pile in a show of laziness masquerading as agility. (Lies, it was all gravity.)

The shy yellow gaze of the Latias peeks over at Ren, glances at the Latios again, and then suddenly comes a shy, unheard murmur that’s both vaguely feminine and very young. ‘Unheard’, because it’s not a voice aloud—more like the ‘voice’ one hears when thinking to themselves, a thing as much in formless imagery as words. A thought, but one passing from one mind to another.

::…He’s my big brother, Latios.::

Nora’s mouth falls open as she gasps.