[Open] Altair and Vega

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[Open] Altair and Vega

Post by Izumi Inaba on Tue Aug 06, 2013 5:32 am

"Within the fabric of life there are many stories told by man. Throughout history stories were used to entertain and inform others before most sources of technology were existent. If one would imagine for a moment a quilt upon this fabric where all of the stories in the world were posed in different colors and designs. There would be every possible amalgamation of colors, colors that display joy, sadness, rage and every emotion in between. Picture every different analysis of pathos, ethos and logos that man has conceived. The ways not to write, and the ways to master them. A description of almost everything that could befall man, through the imagination of those who had the gall to hold the needle. For it was no easy task, as with all arts. There would be attempts to belittle those with who have the will to thread the needle. That they weren't good enough. Their stories too, were told through the designs of this here quilt. Some succeeded to surpass that, and others failed miserably. However there was one topic that to this day alludes our knowledge, there were many topics that could at least be theorized. Yet this one, much like most other topics which involved the mind was left untapped. That topic is the one of love. In a world where hate is more easily described where lies love here in this equation? I am not qualified to answer."

Much like always, his father had a long winded response for simple questions. All he really had to say was "I don't think anyone would understand, it just occurs." or some variance. He couldn't explain why he felt for mother the way he did even after dealing with what he did. It was much his way to play mental exercises and divert the question in every balance of nonsensical ways. Yet, there was a point to all of this... at least to him there was.

"Picture the quilt again for a moment if you're still there. I'll tell you a story." he began recalling a story he had been told long ago by his father. "There once was a daughter of the Tentei, named Orihime. She wove beautiful clothes by the bank of the Amanogawa. Her father loved the cloth that she wove and so she worked very hard every day to weave it. However, Orihime was sad that because of her hard work she could never meet and fall in love with anyone. Concerned about his daughter, Tentei arranged for her to meet Hikoboshi who lived and worked on the other side of the Amanogawa. When the two met, they fell instantly in love with each other and married shortly thereafter. However, once married, Orihime no longer would weave cloth for Tentei and Hikoboshi allowed his cows to stray all over Heaven. In anger, Tentei separated the two lovers across the Amanogawa and forbade them to meet. Orihime became despondent at the loss of her husband and asked her father to let them meet again. Tentei was moved by his daughter’s tears and allowed the two to meet on the 7th day of the 7th month if she worked hard and finished her weaving. The first time they tried to meet, however, they found that they could not cross the river because there was no bridge. Orihime cried so much that a flock of magpies came and promised to make a bridge with their wings so that she could cross the river. It is said that if it rains on Tanabata, the magpies cannot come and the two lovers must wait until another year to meet."

He then looked at little Izumi with a smirk, a almost condescending smirk. "That was the meaning of this here festival, another strange attempt by man to categorize love in it's many passions. To celebrate the unknown realms of the mind not knowing for a second how that will ever truly feel."


It was on this night that a certain group of stars called the Summer Triangle all came to form together to create a constellation. The three stars Deneb, Altair and Vega. The latter two allegedly forming the promised meeting between Hikoboshi and Orihime.

There among it all way back here upon the earth's crust on a small island nation within a school for disabled children lied Izumi Inaba. Working a stall, selling food to those who wished to enjoy a day about something none of us will ever understand. Did he feel that way for anyone here? He truly didn't know any better than how long he was going to be able to see clearly. What mattered was that there was someone waiting for him to get out of space and back to serving customers.
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