"I'll have some lemon juice, please," the elven maiden replied gratefully to the offer of drinks.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Vanessë's attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/8031/f/2008/365/6/d/my_original_blue_elf_dress_by_elegantlyeccentric.jpg)</div></div></div>Vanessë smoothed out her dress where she sat.  It was a simple light elven dress; it's elegance came more from the poise of the one who wore it rather than its design itself.  Wishing to travel light, she had left behind all of her much fancier clothes when she left the Court of Arashalu and returned to Yelmed.  Still, it would not have been proper as an invited guest to have given no further thought to her appearance than any other occasion.  She had braided her waist-length hair.  Instead of putting the extra effort of weaving a band of flowers as is common among the ladies of Arashalu, she conceded to a single flower by her left ear to provide some color.<br/><br/>She admired the decorative woodwork of the country manor and listened politely as Delnir went on in detail about its workmanship.  As a little girl, she only had vague memories of the Bel-Hubal family.  Delnir was one of the elves other than Soveliss whom her father had spent time around, and now that she thought about it, she did recall being aware that he was the village head before their reintroduction.  While she had little interest in connecting with a who's who of the village, she could not refuse an invitation from a colleague of both her father and her mentor.<br/><br/>Just as she thanked Grenetta for the lemon juice, she was startled ad the door slamming open with a loud voice announcing his return.  She found herself blinking at the young man undressing in front of her, although thankfully, he had only removed his outer garments before noticing her.  Noticing his fashionable choices, she found herself glad that she had at least put effort into her hair, although perhaps she should have put in a bit of extra time to weave a flower band or wreath, after all.<br/><br/>She stood and lowered her head in greeting as Delnir introduced her to his son, "A star shines on the fortune of our meeting," she said to Erin in the traditional formal elven greeting.  "I hope the winds have favored your journeys."