They're both really lovely kids. 
And I did notice how reserved and formal all of your previous founders seemed. Even Shawnya acted pretty reasonable. I was fine with those personalities but I'm having a hearty laugh at Celeste's narrative voice and that feels great.
I do have my kind of general comfort zone for putting these things together. I'll tell you the loss of control on the traits is a learning experience for me.
Wow, loving the tone and personality of this story. Looking forward to following this one.
Thank you! Hope to hear more from you
I'm rolling on the floor! Can't wait to see more!
Yes, but what *was* he doing with the fork? :p
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**Mission Dispatch - 030** Failed First Attempts I am happiest when we are spending time
en famille. My girls are the highlight of my life.
Astrid has become close friends with a boy named Thaddeus. She calls him Tad.
While I support this concept of friendship, I have warned my Astrid not to eat anything Thaddeus gives her until she is an adult and ready to start a family. I suppose I don't entirely trust the boy.
Nebula, panicking about her childhood aspiration, spent most of her free time to herself, not taking much to Tad.
Alas, completing her aspiration was not to be just simply due to ill luck of her birthday shortening her number of school days. We encouraged her not to fret and baked her a lovely cake.
She grew into a Good teenager and rolled the aspiration "Master of Mischief." (Here, feel free to correct Celeste, but I'm not sure if you can wait until young adulthood to choose an aspiration. Both Nebula and Astrid went with the one they rolled as teens).
Meanwhile, as you know, I completed my ship. I should be able to deliver all microscopic samples soon.
Once it is rebuilt, that is.
As it stands, it looks like Astrid is likely to finish her childhood aspiration, and thus take the lead as heir apparent.
**Mission Dispatch - 033** - Repairs and ImprovementsThe ship is repaired. I ... will use it for its intended purpose soon.
As predicted, Astrid indeed completed her childhood aspiration. She will officially be our heir.
She has grown up Outgoing (like me) and wishes to be a mansion baron. Davon finds this amusing considering we are still living in "the cube."
Because she has an edge as a creative mind from her aspiration, she has purchased both an easel and an adult-sized violin.
Tad aged up into a reasonably attractive boy. He will do if she decides to take him as a spouse.
For now, we have to work on getting this house how she likes it. And I'm helping pay for that. See you soon, Mission Control.
**Mission Dispatch - 040** - AloneThere's a perverse sort of pleasure in seeing yourself and the one you love reflected in your offspring. It is not quite the same as similar aurae in bonded orbs.
This resemblance is most important when it serves as a reminder. Something ... well, just awful happened.
This dusty old coot with a multitab showed up and stood on Davon's head.
He sighed at me and told me I was messing up his paperwork and to get out of the way, and now ... now he's gone. Davon, I mean. The guy in the raincoat stayed and ate some of our mac and cheese for a while.
Anyway, I'm experiencing something akin to lightlessness. It's rather unfortunate. All of this occurred on the eve of Nebula's young adult birthday while she was sleeping. While they both were.
She chose to age up on her own the following day and the poor thing has become insane. It's for the best the strain of the legacy won't sit on her shoulders.
My other daughter has some emotional support, which is lucky.
For me, I will simply hold to my memories and my transcripts. I knew this day would come. It's okay. When I am dead and no family members remain who remember us, we will be released into the ether and will return to Centari together.
Excuse any delay in my upcoming reports, mission control. I just need some time to remember what it was like
en famille
