Winterborn

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[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#999999]S[color=#99AA99]o now that we've established the basics of our interaction and come to the conclusion that we "are" here, I guess I can tell you more about where I come from and what my reasons, my motivations are.

I am the child of the union of a young lady from Rheinland and a Kusarian who once met one another on that watery world going by the name of Honshu, in the solar system of the same name. My mother once visited the planet in her younger years, long ago, as just another tourist, eager to discover a new culture, a new world, full of the adventurous spirit that would later rub off on me. It was on Honshu where she bumped into the man who would later become my father, both enjoying their vacation at the time while being quartered in the same holiday resort on the little island of Itoigawa, covered largely by a city of the same name.

My father, back then a young, respected and comely Chūsa of the Kusari Naval Forces, liked to spend his holidays on the calm and largely sea-covered surface of Honshu because of the peacefulness and the aforementioned vast seas, reminding him of the infinity of the universe's reaches and how they mingled together with the little things we as humanity had established, in comparison to the vast universe that is. He liked to think that Honshu was somewhat of a mirror image of the Sirius sector. The seas mirroring the empty reaches of space, and the islands scattered across the planet's surface being a reflection of the colonies humanity had established all over Sirius. But all only the size of a planet, which while just an tiny little part of Sirius in itself, much like you might think the moth of earlier a tiny part of an ecosystem, still was just that - a part. A part that small in a sense was yet so large for a human being, with much to learn about and many reaches to explore, enough for a long life.

My mother on the other hand was different. Of course, she was a born Rheinlander, but that wasn't the important part. She was far less laid-back and full of energy, eager to explore, eager to see as many variations of culture, of space, of life as possible in her own - as she would think insignificantly short - lifetime. They bumped into one another while fishing.

For my father I mean that literally. He was an avid fisherman, which was just another reason as for why he spent his time on Honshu. Fishing in a sense had always been a part of Kusari culture, and a large part of the Kusari food industry of course. My father loved and loves it, and on that fateful day he was calmly enjoying his time when my mother, fishing herself but in another way, bumped into him.

She had always been a very friendly and open-minded person, those characteristics going hand in hand with the rest of her personality, and as eager as she was to learn more about the Kusari culture, she didn't hesitate when she stumbled across my father-to-be and started to pester him with questions - she wasn't afraid of or hesitant to approach strangers either, I might add. Fishing for knowledge while my father was fishing for fish they got into a conversation which would progressively reveal vast differences between both and their interests, and yet tiny but nonetheless important similarities and things they had in common. You could say that the chemistry between the two was just perfect from day one, like in all those cheap holo-novels you can pick up at the newsstands you'll find in all the little spaceports scattered across Liberty.