Unlike western astrology, Vedic Astrology seldom focuses on humanity's self understanding. Instead, this form of Astrology attempts to avoid all "phenomena" that obscure their vision and go straight to the nature of human soul. This board is like an instruction manual with detailed records of the ratio of joy to sorrows and the angle of fated paths.
Humans are strange creatures. They are always curious about the unknown destiny, yet would attempt to fight it once it is revealed to them. Fortunately, the calamities resulting from the vain struggles are also recorded within this manual.

Young children have yet to understand the true meaning behind "disappointment". The abstract lines taken out of the board are just as cryptic as the insults and rejection from the male classmates of the same age. But the foster parents are too kind, to the point that no one else would give her a more tolerable place to stay, even if she wants to find a temporary place to stay away.

But what else could she do??
After returning home from the hall of astrology, the eleven year old girl climbed up to the roof and looked upon the sparkling empyrean.
The manual may be prophetically accurate, but—to hell with it, she thought to herself. She chose not to believe in whatever it said.

Rearing a child is proved not to be a simple task.
Vaquini gently lifted her sari skirt and hurried down the soft, muddy road.
It was a beautiful and smart looking baby and extended its tiny hand from the cozy blanket under the sky adorned with the stars and moon. It wasn't a good time, and neither was it a good place. Being an abandoned child was probably the least painful element of these endless tragedies. But they chose to take her tiny hand and protect her with their embraces.
"You should discipline her," the young teacher was full of worry, "She injured Daz and Rael and almost kicked them off the observatory. I'm not picking on her, but this is the third time this week..."
"Really? Maybe we should ask the two rascals what they said to her to get beat up three times a week."
"...wha...?"
"My daughter has solved the problem with her unique methods. You should be grateful that she has saved you the trouble of lecturing those scamps, Mister Pakash."

What a joke, she had personally overseen her education in martial arts! Vaquini pauses mid-stride despite her fury. She lets go of the small hand she has been holding onto so tightly and angrily rummages about in her pocket by the entrance for her key.
In the corner of her eye, she caught the silhouette of the girl attempting to fish her astrolabe out of her bag.
"..."
She is a pretty and intelligent child, in whose veins run the distinctive blood of arcanists. She had been sent to her, with the swaddling that contained her destiny.
"Look, Mother!" Yet now, the girl holds up her astrolabe, the back of which her destiny has been inscribed. This has been completely covered up by a dark doodle of a celestial body.
... Who cares. The ghost of a smile hovers about Vaquini's lips as she mutters to herself and puts the key to the keyhole to twist it gently. This was their child... and that was all that mattered.

Pandora Wilson: Not all interviewees are as punctual as you. At least they rarely show up neither early nor late, just on time.
Kaalaa Baunaa: Punctuality is very beneficial to my work... I believe you could say the same of yourself.
Pandora Wilson: Indeed.
Pandora Wilson: So, was this interview something you expected?
Kaalaa Baunaa: I had a feeling about it.
Pandora Wilson: Have you tried changing all of this? For example, getting up and leaving this room, like you're throwing off the shackles of Fate.
Kaalaa Baunaa: ... Fate is not subjective. Divination was not created so we could turn our faces from Fate.
Pandora Wilson: So do you believe Fate is objective?
Kaalaa Baunaa: As objective as astrology.
Kaalaa Baunaa: For one can only accept an outcome if one knows what led to it.