As was expected of Vulcan children, T'Amanda would follow in the steps of her father's career path. However, since her father had gone against the expectations of his family, what would her family think if she did the same? She had, of course, applied to and been accepted at the Vulcan Academy of Science.

"Father, there is a matter of which I must speak with you about," T'Amanda glanced furtively at Sarek, her father's father.

"Can it not be said in front of your grandfather?" Spock asked her, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"As you know, I have been accepted into the Vulcan Science Academy. However, they seem most, well, reluctant to let a non-Vulcan attend." T'Amanda saw her father's face harden, if only slightly.

"You are Vulcan, in both heritage and habitat, T'Amanda," Spock said sternly while at the same time showing no emotion. Sarek nodded in agreement.

"I am human," she replied simply. "More so perhaps than you, Father, but human just the same. But anyways, I know our traditions and of the one that children follow their parents' footsteps." She paused, then clarified, "in career paths."

"You do not wish to attend the Academy," Spock surmised.

"I wish to follow our traditions." When she said this, she saw understanding in Sarek's eyes. Eyes seemed to be the only place one could really read a Vulcan. "I wish to follow in my father's footsteps. I am due on Earth to begin training as a cadet in five Standard weeks."

"Your mother will miss you," Spock said.

"And yours did not?" Sarek gently reproved his son. "Your daughter has spoken the truth."

"Have you spoken to Alexandra about this?" Spock rephrased his question. T'Amanda shook her head.

"I wished to discuss it with you first," was all she said.

Spock inclined his head. "Live long and prosper, Father," he split his hand into the Vulcan salute.

"Until next time, my son. T'Amanda," a faint smile played across Sarek's face as his granddaughter ran back to envelope him in a hug. "Until next time.