A smile tugged at the corner of Sybok's mouth and he chuckled, something soft and not louder than the ocean waves. "Let's say it is, okay, Jim?

"The other way you can form it is you can find a Healer and ask them to form it--which they will, with some convincing. With humans, I'd imagine it'd be artificial until the pon farr, but between Vulcans, it just builds on the foundation from the betrothal." That had been a grand night, he remembered vividly, though tried to ignore the fact they had been so young. He had been fresh out of his Rite of Tal'oth, she had only intended on meeting him at the gate that evening...it was one of the few truly spontaneous events in his life.

"We did this, T'Rasi--my bondmate--and I."