<div class="floatleft">(https://yt3.ggpht.com/a-/AAuE7mBViEXufNE3sOcr1sfm2PL7B4vFb6ocvHP9Cg=s240-mo-c-c0xffffffff-rj-k-no)</div>A giggle escaped from Vanessë's lips as they were talking about the taste of home, "I suppose that when we had moved to Arashalu, I had initially complained that I missed the food in Yelmed.  Elven cuisine was still the most to my taste, but I've always liked how multiple cultures have gathered here here, even in such a small place."<br/><br/>She replied to Erin's observation thoughtfully, "I do not think I can fault my people for wishing to preserve traditions.  I may be presumptuous to say so out of my limited knowledge and experience, but it seems to me that such an impulse is not unique to the elves.  Do not dwarven societies seek to carve everything into stone in their mountain halls, or halfling societies aim to enjoy a simple bucolic life, or even humans maintain their organizations and religions.  Perhaps traditions are a fine thing to provide a sense of connection and belonging; and where would magical arts be if no tradition were preserved to be passed on?"  She took another sip of her lemon juice, "But I do hear you on the apparent contrariness between elven ideals and elven practice.  And that is part of the reason I sought to return to Yelmed."<br/><br/>Taking another bite from the garden vegetables, chewing then swallowing, she conceded, "But I suppose who isn't a jumble of contradictions?  But yes, it is nice that I'm able to forge a path for myself."  She smiled, "My parents were actually rather pleased that I was accepted by Master Soveliss.  They were almost certain that he would reject me, based on his past record."<br/><br/>"When I'm not engaged in my studies?  I read," she answered with a smile.