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Keikelius had never seen it fit to take such an interest in his daughter's schooling. Honestly, that was for the tutors to work out. That was what the man paid them for, and what he expected was success. Anything other than the best was a waste of money and a waste of time as far as his children were concerned. They deserved the best that the Stravos family could give them, and tutors who did not at least try to get their teachings across, hopefully in a multitude fo different ways, would be blacklisted from the Stravos home.
This was the case of his youngest daughter, Danae's, tutor. What the man was teaching his daughter wasn't seeming to get across to her. It wasn't sticking, and Keikelius decidedly took an interest in Danae's studies right then and there. Had he the time, he would have done the job himself and ensured that she understood the material that she was learning. Would he maybe find himself entirely out of his element? Sure. But it would be worth it to see his young daughter successful in any future pursuits. Seeing her married off to a good match was only one of many goals that Keikelius had for her, but they needed to start with the smallest, though most important of goals.
Moving from his study with a cup of wine in hand, Keikelius trailed through the house and back toward the library. Standing in the archway, he watched Danae pouring over her books, her papyrus', anything and everything that she had been given to study from. Keikelius was a big proponent of self-study. It was much easier to read things on your own rather than with some stuffy old man hovering over your shoulder. Keikelius' own tutor from many years past had made him recite aloud whatever it was that they were reading. It was annoying and distracting at best, infuriating at worst. But he had endured a number of years of tutoring and learning, and everything had worked out in the end.
Though, he still didn't like when people read things to him instead of letting him read them for himself.
Taking a slow sip from his cup, Keikelius pushed away from the archway and took slow, measured steps toward the table that Danae was working at. Leaning over a bit, he placed a few fingers on the book she was reading, grazing the words upside down to get an idea of what it was she was working on. "Your tutor tells me that you're struggling with a few concepts," Keikelius said lightly, lifting his dark gaze to the young girl's face. He pulled his hand off the book and dragged one of the chairs up to the table, taking up space across from Danae. Setting his wine aside, he leaned with both elbows on the table and motioned to the books. "I was thinking that we could work through it together and see if it makes more sense when we're done," Keikelius declared. It was not a question, it was an absolute.
Then again, he was absolutely sure that all of his children were familiar with his absolutes.
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Keikelius had never seen it fit to take such an interest in his daughter's schooling. Honestly, that was for the tutors to work out. That was what the man paid them for, and what he expected was success. Anything other than the best was a waste of money and a waste of time as far as his children were concerned. They deserved the best that the Stravos family could give them, and tutors who did not at least try to get their teachings across, hopefully in a multitude fo different ways, would be blacklisted from the Stravos home.
This was the case of his youngest daughter, Danae's, tutor. What the man was teaching his daughter wasn't seeming to get across to her. It wasn't sticking, and Keikelius decidedly took an interest in Danae's studies right then and there. Had he the time, he would have done the job himself and ensured that she understood the material that she was learning. Would he maybe find himself entirely out of his element? Sure. But it would be worth it to see his young daughter successful in any future pursuits. Seeing her married off to a good match was only one of many goals that Keikelius had for her, but they needed to start with the smallest, though most important of goals.
Moving from his study with a cup of wine in hand, Keikelius trailed through the house and back toward the library. Standing in the archway, he watched Danae pouring over her books, her papyrus', anything and everything that she had been given to study from. Keikelius was a big proponent of self-study. It was much easier to read things on your own rather than with some stuffy old man hovering over your shoulder. Keikelius' own tutor from many years past had made him recite aloud whatever it was that they were reading. It was annoying and distracting at best, infuriating at worst. But he had endured a number of years of tutoring and learning, and everything had worked out in the end.
Though, he still didn't like when people read things to him instead of letting him read them for himself.
Taking a slow sip from his cup, Keikelius pushed away from the archway and took slow, measured steps toward the table that Danae was working at. Leaning over a bit, he placed a few fingers on the book she was reading, grazing the words upside down to get an idea of what it was she was working on. "Your tutor tells me that you're struggling with a few concepts," Keikelius said lightly, lifting his dark gaze to the young girl's face. He pulled his hand off the book and dragged one of the chairs up to the table, taking up space across from Danae. Setting his wine aside, he leaned with both elbows on the table and motioned to the books. "I was thinking that we could work through it together and see if it makes more sense when we're done," Keikelius declared. It was not a question, it was an absolute.
Then again, he was absolutely sure that all of his children were familiar with his absolutes.
Keikelius had never seen it fit to take such an interest in his daughter's schooling. Honestly, that was for the tutors to work out. That was what the man paid them for, and what he expected was success. Anything other than the best was a waste of money and a waste of time as far as his children were concerned. They deserved the best that the Stravos family could give them, and tutors who did not at least try to get their teachings across, hopefully in a multitude fo different ways, would be blacklisted from the Stravos home.
This was the case of his youngest daughter, Danae's, tutor. What the man was teaching his daughter wasn't seeming to get across to her. It wasn't sticking, and Keikelius decidedly took an interest in Danae's studies right then and there. Had he the time, he would have done the job himself and ensured that she understood the material that she was learning. Would he maybe find himself entirely out of his element? Sure. But it would be worth it to see his young daughter successful in any future pursuits. Seeing her married off to a good match was only one of many goals that Keikelius had for her, but they needed to start with the smallest, though most important of goals.
Moving from his study with a cup of wine in hand, Keikelius trailed through the house and back toward the library. Standing in the archway, he watched Danae pouring over her books, her papyrus', anything and everything that she had been given to study from. Keikelius was a big proponent of self-study. It was much easier to read things on your own rather than with some stuffy old man hovering over your shoulder. Keikelius' own tutor from many years past had made him recite aloud whatever it was that they were reading. It was annoying and distracting at best, infuriating at worst. But he had endured a number of years of tutoring and learning, and everything had worked out in the end.
Though, he still didn't like when people read things to him instead of letting him read them for himself.
Taking a slow sip from his cup, Keikelius pushed away from the archway and took slow, measured steps toward the table that Danae was working at. Leaning over a bit, he placed a few fingers on the book she was reading, grazing the words upside down to get an idea of what it was she was working on. "Your tutor tells me that you're struggling with a few concepts," Keikelius said lightly, lifting his dark gaze to the young girl's face. He pulled his hand off the book and dragged one of the chairs up to the table, taking up space across from Danae. Setting his wine aside, he leaned with both elbows on the table and motioned to the books. "I was thinking that we could work through it together and see if it makes more sense when we're done," Keikelius declared. It was not a question, it was an absolute.
Then again, he was absolutely sure that all of his children were familiar with his absolutes.
By Zeus, Danae wasn’t sure if she hated anything as much as she hated philosophy.
It had been her tutor’s idea to start introducing the works of his contemporaries into her curriculum. Why? Danae didn’t have the faintest idea. She had only just recently made her way through the foundational texts that had influenced every man who had walked through the Scholeio’s doors. It hadn’t been easy though and the girl had only managed to come out the other side by the skin of her teeth. It was a miracle that she was capable of understanding them at all.
However, her struggling was not entirely her fault. Danae was the type of pupil who thrived with straightforwardness and logic. She could conquer any complicated mathematical formula within a matter of a few days. Anything that required memorization, like the histories of Greece, was met with equal success when it was put into the hands of the youngest Stravos child. Danae had moved through these studies at such a breakneck speed that neither of her older siblings had even been close to covering the same material that Danae was currently pouring over when they were her age.
This success played into her downfall though whenever she approached lessons that did not fall into the neat little categories of numbers and dates that she excelled under. Subjects, like Philosophy, that were open to multiple interpretations that could only be fully gleaned after a text was read several times frustrated Danae. She didn’t like when the answer wasn’t clear and easy to discern. It made her feel stupid whenever she couldn’t immediately figure it out and that alone made her not want to dedicate time to the subject. It also didn’t help that she found Philosophy as a whole useless and repetitive; an opinion that her tutor was blissfully unaware of as he kept appearing day after day with more books for Danae to cry tears of frustration over once he left her to her own devices.
The aging philosopher tasked with teaching her couldn’t seem to understand why such a bright young mind like Danae’s was failing to comprehend the texts he brought her. It seemed almost incredulous to him that the girl wasn’t taking to it as easily as she did with other courses (even though he never once considered that maybe it was too advanced for the fourteen-year-old girl.) That was why he had gotten her father involved. Danae was sure of that.
That much seemed clear to Danae when her father suddenly appeared in the library during the block of time that the girl was supposed to dedicate to the cursed studies. The girl dared to glance up at the man as he moved from the doorway to the table spread out with all of her books. She didn’t say anything though as the man’s emotionless expression made it impossible for Danae to discern what her father thought of the news of his daughter struggling with her studies. Was he angry? Disappointed? Understanding?
She couldn’t tell.
Her father’s thoughts were still a mystery to her as his fingers trailed over the page, trying to understand what Danae was studying. The girl was so thoroughly convinced that this whole subject was difficult for anyone who was not an old man with a snowy white beard, that she had some hope that he would find it too taxing to try to understand himself. However, she had no such luck as soon as he was seemingly satisfied with looking over what Danae was studying, he pulled up a chair to sit with his daughter.
Danae’s expression turned crestfallen when the older Stravos announced his intention to help the girl understand the subject. Knowing her father, he wasn’t going to let either of them leave this room until Danae could recite all the theories forwards and backward with complete understanding. If he was intent on that… well, the pair were going to be there all night.
“ It’s just so dense. I’m reading what’s on the page, but it’s like the words are just floating about and not doing anything. I don’t understand it.” Danae explained to her father as she handed over the book she was currently working on so that he might see properly for himself how complicated the text was. Danae didn’t know if Keikelius would understand it, but even if he did, surely he would be able to see how this sort of work was not written for not even the brightest of fourteen-year-olds, but instead for stuffy old men like her tutor.
“ I don’t even see what the point of this is anyway,” She said more out of frustration than anything, “ I’m never going to use it. Merchants aren’t asking about what separates a man from a dog.” Her father was unlikely to agree with the girl -- but she did have a point. This sort of thing was not something she was going to utilize in her everyday life. That alone made it not worth the effort.
But her father had a different view on the matter. Danae was going to grin and bear it as much as she hated the subject.
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By Zeus, Danae wasn’t sure if she hated anything as much as she hated philosophy.
It had been her tutor’s idea to start introducing the works of his contemporaries into her curriculum. Why? Danae didn’t have the faintest idea. She had only just recently made her way through the foundational texts that had influenced every man who had walked through the Scholeio’s doors. It hadn’t been easy though and the girl had only managed to come out the other side by the skin of her teeth. It was a miracle that she was capable of understanding them at all.
However, her struggling was not entirely her fault. Danae was the type of pupil who thrived with straightforwardness and logic. She could conquer any complicated mathematical formula within a matter of a few days. Anything that required memorization, like the histories of Greece, was met with equal success when it was put into the hands of the youngest Stravos child. Danae had moved through these studies at such a breakneck speed that neither of her older siblings had even been close to covering the same material that Danae was currently pouring over when they were her age.
This success played into her downfall though whenever she approached lessons that did not fall into the neat little categories of numbers and dates that she excelled under. Subjects, like Philosophy, that were open to multiple interpretations that could only be fully gleaned after a text was read several times frustrated Danae. She didn’t like when the answer wasn’t clear and easy to discern. It made her feel stupid whenever she couldn’t immediately figure it out and that alone made her not want to dedicate time to the subject. It also didn’t help that she found Philosophy as a whole useless and repetitive; an opinion that her tutor was blissfully unaware of as he kept appearing day after day with more books for Danae to cry tears of frustration over once he left her to her own devices.
The aging philosopher tasked with teaching her couldn’t seem to understand why such a bright young mind like Danae’s was failing to comprehend the texts he brought her. It seemed almost incredulous to him that the girl wasn’t taking to it as easily as she did with other courses (even though he never once considered that maybe it was too advanced for the fourteen-year-old girl.) That was why he had gotten her father involved. Danae was sure of that.
That much seemed clear to Danae when her father suddenly appeared in the library during the block of time that the girl was supposed to dedicate to the cursed studies. The girl dared to glance up at the man as he moved from the doorway to the table spread out with all of her books. She didn’t say anything though as the man’s emotionless expression made it impossible for Danae to discern what her father thought of the news of his daughter struggling with her studies. Was he angry? Disappointed? Understanding?
She couldn’t tell.
Her father’s thoughts were still a mystery to her as his fingers trailed over the page, trying to understand what Danae was studying. The girl was so thoroughly convinced that this whole subject was difficult for anyone who was not an old man with a snowy white beard, that she had some hope that he would find it too taxing to try to understand himself. However, she had no such luck as soon as he was seemingly satisfied with looking over what Danae was studying, he pulled up a chair to sit with his daughter.
Danae’s expression turned crestfallen when the older Stravos announced his intention to help the girl understand the subject. Knowing her father, he wasn’t going to let either of them leave this room until Danae could recite all the theories forwards and backward with complete understanding. If he was intent on that… well, the pair were going to be there all night.
“ It’s just so dense. I’m reading what’s on the page, but it’s like the words are just floating about and not doing anything. I don’t understand it.” Danae explained to her father as she handed over the book she was currently working on so that he might see properly for himself how complicated the text was. Danae didn’t know if Keikelius would understand it, but even if he did, surely he would be able to see how this sort of work was not written for not even the brightest of fourteen-year-olds, but instead for stuffy old men like her tutor.
“ I don’t even see what the point of this is anyway,” She said more out of frustration than anything, “ I’m never going to use it. Merchants aren’t asking about what separates a man from a dog.” Her father was unlikely to agree with the girl -- but she did have a point. This sort of thing was not something she was going to utilize in her everyday life. That alone made it not worth the effort.
But her father had a different view on the matter. Danae was going to grin and bear it as much as she hated the subject.
By Zeus, Danae wasn’t sure if she hated anything as much as she hated philosophy.
It had been her tutor’s idea to start introducing the works of his contemporaries into her curriculum. Why? Danae didn’t have the faintest idea. She had only just recently made her way through the foundational texts that had influenced every man who had walked through the Scholeio’s doors. It hadn’t been easy though and the girl had only managed to come out the other side by the skin of her teeth. It was a miracle that she was capable of understanding them at all.
However, her struggling was not entirely her fault. Danae was the type of pupil who thrived with straightforwardness and logic. She could conquer any complicated mathematical formula within a matter of a few days. Anything that required memorization, like the histories of Greece, was met with equal success when it was put into the hands of the youngest Stravos child. Danae had moved through these studies at such a breakneck speed that neither of her older siblings had even been close to covering the same material that Danae was currently pouring over when they were her age.
This success played into her downfall though whenever she approached lessons that did not fall into the neat little categories of numbers and dates that she excelled under. Subjects, like Philosophy, that were open to multiple interpretations that could only be fully gleaned after a text was read several times frustrated Danae. She didn’t like when the answer wasn’t clear and easy to discern. It made her feel stupid whenever she couldn’t immediately figure it out and that alone made her not want to dedicate time to the subject. It also didn’t help that she found Philosophy as a whole useless and repetitive; an opinion that her tutor was blissfully unaware of as he kept appearing day after day with more books for Danae to cry tears of frustration over once he left her to her own devices.
The aging philosopher tasked with teaching her couldn’t seem to understand why such a bright young mind like Danae’s was failing to comprehend the texts he brought her. It seemed almost incredulous to him that the girl wasn’t taking to it as easily as she did with other courses (even though he never once considered that maybe it was too advanced for the fourteen-year-old girl.) That was why he had gotten her father involved. Danae was sure of that.
That much seemed clear to Danae when her father suddenly appeared in the library during the block of time that the girl was supposed to dedicate to the cursed studies. The girl dared to glance up at the man as he moved from the doorway to the table spread out with all of her books. She didn’t say anything though as the man’s emotionless expression made it impossible for Danae to discern what her father thought of the news of his daughter struggling with her studies. Was he angry? Disappointed? Understanding?
She couldn’t tell.
Her father’s thoughts were still a mystery to her as his fingers trailed over the page, trying to understand what Danae was studying. The girl was so thoroughly convinced that this whole subject was difficult for anyone who was not an old man with a snowy white beard, that she had some hope that he would find it too taxing to try to understand himself. However, she had no such luck as soon as he was seemingly satisfied with looking over what Danae was studying, he pulled up a chair to sit with his daughter.
Danae’s expression turned crestfallen when the older Stravos announced his intention to help the girl understand the subject. Knowing her father, he wasn’t going to let either of them leave this room until Danae could recite all the theories forwards and backward with complete understanding. If he was intent on that… well, the pair were going to be there all night.
“ It’s just so dense. I’m reading what’s on the page, but it’s like the words are just floating about and not doing anything. I don’t understand it.” Danae explained to her father as she handed over the book she was currently working on so that he might see properly for himself how complicated the text was. Danae didn’t know if Keikelius would understand it, but even if he did, surely he would be able to see how this sort of work was not written for not even the brightest of fourteen-year-olds, but instead for stuffy old men like her tutor.
“ I don’t even see what the point of this is anyway,” She said more out of frustration than anything, “ I’m never going to use it. Merchants aren’t asking about what separates a man from a dog.” Her father was unlikely to agree with the girl -- but she did have a point. This sort of thing was not something she was going to utilize in her everyday life. That alone made it not worth the effort.
But her father had a different view on the matter. Danae was going to grin and bear it as much as she hated the subject.
Keikelius slowly took the book from his daughter when it was handed to him. he backed up a few paces to grab a chair for himself, pulling it up to the other side of the table and sitting with the book in his lap. With his gaze wandering the page once more, he read the entire passage she was working on in silence before he looked up again. Of course, he understood the material, but he had also long learned to apply philosophy to his every day life. To his business and to politics. There was no real option otherwise. Most people found the topic a waste, but if one was careful and knew how to twist the words it was a topic that could be used every single day of someone's life.
"I wouldn't say that you'll never use it," Keikelius pointed out calmly as he set the book back on the table and took up his wine again. "Philosophy was my worst subject at your age, but I stuck with it. If only because I learned to apply it to my daily life, and later to business. Some people do not understand logic and you have to get... creative in negotiations," the man instructed slowly, taking a slow sip of his wine. His dark eyes trailed to his daughter's face, "And it will never be as easy to learn as something such as mathematics. You can't memorize is so easily like history. It is the subject of deep thinking and deep thought," he continued. He often didn't speak so much, but with his children he often found himself a little freer in his speech.
He turned the book back around on the table and pointed to the passage she was supposed to be reading. "We'll take it slowly. Read this passage to me," Keikelius said lightly, "Stop when you have questions, or I'll stop you when I see fit." reading out loud was often a good way to help with the comprehension of topics. A girl as intelligent as Danae would not need to read the topics she enjoyed aloud. But Danae was not only blocking herself from enjoying the subject by already hating it, but she had never actually been taught a good way to learn the topics that she would struggle with. And there would be more. Even Keikelius struggled with some subjects still, but that often left him researching and making an attempt to comprehend something before he could use it.
It was nice to be the smartest person in the room, but first you had to learn how to learn the things that made your head spin or your eyes cross.
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Keikelius slowly took the book from his daughter when it was handed to him. he backed up a few paces to grab a chair for himself, pulling it up to the other side of the table and sitting with the book in his lap. With his gaze wandering the page once more, he read the entire passage she was working on in silence before he looked up again. Of course, he understood the material, but he had also long learned to apply philosophy to his every day life. To his business and to politics. There was no real option otherwise. Most people found the topic a waste, but if one was careful and knew how to twist the words it was a topic that could be used every single day of someone's life.
"I wouldn't say that you'll never use it," Keikelius pointed out calmly as he set the book back on the table and took up his wine again. "Philosophy was my worst subject at your age, but I stuck with it. If only because I learned to apply it to my daily life, and later to business. Some people do not understand logic and you have to get... creative in negotiations," the man instructed slowly, taking a slow sip of his wine. His dark eyes trailed to his daughter's face, "And it will never be as easy to learn as something such as mathematics. You can't memorize is so easily like history. It is the subject of deep thinking and deep thought," he continued. He often didn't speak so much, but with his children he often found himself a little freer in his speech.
He turned the book back around on the table and pointed to the passage she was supposed to be reading. "We'll take it slowly. Read this passage to me," Keikelius said lightly, "Stop when you have questions, or I'll stop you when I see fit." reading out loud was often a good way to help with the comprehension of topics. A girl as intelligent as Danae would not need to read the topics she enjoyed aloud. But Danae was not only blocking herself from enjoying the subject by already hating it, but she had never actually been taught a good way to learn the topics that she would struggle with. And there would be more. Even Keikelius struggled with some subjects still, but that often left him researching and making an attempt to comprehend something before he could use it.
It was nice to be the smartest person in the room, but first you had to learn how to learn the things that made your head spin or your eyes cross.
Keikelius slowly took the book from his daughter when it was handed to him. he backed up a few paces to grab a chair for himself, pulling it up to the other side of the table and sitting with the book in his lap. With his gaze wandering the page once more, he read the entire passage she was working on in silence before he looked up again. Of course, he understood the material, but he had also long learned to apply philosophy to his every day life. To his business and to politics. There was no real option otherwise. Most people found the topic a waste, but if one was careful and knew how to twist the words it was a topic that could be used every single day of someone's life.
"I wouldn't say that you'll never use it," Keikelius pointed out calmly as he set the book back on the table and took up his wine again. "Philosophy was my worst subject at your age, but I stuck with it. If only because I learned to apply it to my daily life, and later to business. Some people do not understand logic and you have to get... creative in negotiations," the man instructed slowly, taking a slow sip of his wine. His dark eyes trailed to his daughter's face, "And it will never be as easy to learn as something such as mathematics. You can't memorize is so easily like history. It is the subject of deep thinking and deep thought," he continued. He often didn't speak so much, but with his children he often found himself a little freer in his speech.
He turned the book back around on the table and pointed to the passage she was supposed to be reading. "We'll take it slowly. Read this passage to me," Keikelius said lightly, "Stop when you have questions, or I'll stop you when I see fit." reading out loud was often a good way to help with the comprehension of topics. A girl as intelligent as Danae would not need to read the topics she enjoyed aloud. But Danae was not only blocking herself from enjoying the subject by already hating it, but she had never actually been taught a good way to learn the topics that she would struggle with. And there would be more. Even Keikelius struggled with some subjects still, but that often left him researching and making an attempt to comprehend something before he could use it.
It was nice to be the smartest person in the room, but first you had to learn how to learn the things that made your head spin or your eyes cross.
Danae physically had to resist the urge to roll her eyes and groan in frustration when her father doubled down on the sentiments of her tutor. She should have known that he too would lecture her on the importance of philosophy. After all, he was the one who had hired the man in the first place. Why would he trust the mind of his daughter to someone who didn’t share similar viewpoints regarding her education as him?
Still, Danae had been hopeful. If for no other reason, her tutor didn’t seem like the sort of man who would have made a lesson plan in advance for Keikelius to approve. Even if he did, the young girl doubted that the aging scholar would be able to stick to one. Danae could easily recall the sheer amount of times their lessons would be derailed by his chatter over whatever new idea one of his colleagues at the University had just come up with. Often times he was so excited by whatever this new rationalization of human nature was that he would spend the whole period with Danae attempting to teach it to her instead of going over the work she had been assigned.
This was why she was struggling so much with philosophy. After all, when the slightly disorganized way these lessons occurred were combined with the simple fact that this subject did not come easily for Danae, it was obvious that the girl was going to fall behind -- Especially as her tutor’s tangents often focused on material that the Stravos girl had yet to master the basics of. So, when they finally did cover those building blocks, it all got muddled with the more advanced things that Danae wasn’t supposed to know yet. More often than not, this lack of structure left the poor girl so confused and uncertain of her skill that she just wanted to burn the book and be done with the whole subject.
Though she was not going to readily admit that this was one of the roots of the problem. Not when her tutor could be just as easily steered towards lengthy discussions of the things that piqued her intellectual curiosity.
“ Yes, but logic isn’t something you can learn from a book. You either figure it out or you don’t!” Danae complained, inching dangerously close to whining as her father explained the importance of the subject. She knew that her father would not take kindly to her tone and the fourteen-year-old had better change it quickly if she didn’t want to induce a ‘bad mood’ in Keikelius. “ I’m sorry. I didn’t mean --” She said hastily, trying to apologize for her tone. “ It’s just so frustrating because it seems like everything I read wants one specific answer and I can never find that specific answer.”
Deep down, the girl knew that this wasn’t the case. Not when the backbone of philosophy was the discussions and debates that came hand in hand with the subject. However, it was difficult for Danae as she didn’t have access to that. These lessons were designed to be taught to a room of young men who could bounce ideas off of each other before collectively coming to an answer. Danae was just one girl, who mind you was several years younger than most students at the university, who had to come to the same conclusions alone.
Danae was bright, but even she wasn’t that smart.
Even though the girl had a thousand more excuses in her arsenal, she didn’t voice any more of them when her father handed her the book and instructed her to read the passages that her tutor had marked. Her demeanor, though, expressed all the things that Danae didn’t dare say once her father decided that it was time to get down to business and fix this problem. Her shoulders were slumped forward and she couldn’t hide the reluctant gleam in her gaze as she found the text. It was more than clear that Danae did not want to recite something that she saw as useless for everything, but being entirely frustrating… but her desire to not disappoint her father outweighed her annoyance with the subject.
“ Epicurious,” Danae dutifully recited, “ Used to proclaim that a man who is not satisfied with a little is not satisfied with anything. He said that he was prepared to contend in happiness against Zeus himself if he had a barley cake and some water.” Once she was finished speaking, she glanced up at her father to see if he understood what the passage meant. Of course, Danae could discern on the surface that the author was trying to convey that humanity should not be materialistic and instead be pleased with the bare necessities. That was simple enough.
However, if it was that simple, Keikelius wouldn’t be with her right now.
As it turns out, Danae was simply too literal for her own good. She could look at the story, understand the message, but then ruin it by overthinking everything. “ It doesn’t make sense!” She exclaimed in frustration as the pressure to explain it to her father mounted on the girl. “ Zeus isn’t happy. If that was the case he would never wander from Hera, but he does, so clearly Epicurious is wrong… and ugh...” Danae said as she put the book down and put her face in her hands out of sheer frustration. All the stories were like this to her, that there was alway one or two details that threw everything off and left the girl annoyed as her mind couldn’t rectify the overall message with the mistakes. It was all just a confusing mess to her.
Clearly, if Keikelius wanted to help Danae make sense of the subject he would have his work cut out for him…
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Danae physically had to resist the urge to roll her eyes and groan in frustration when her father doubled down on the sentiments of her tutor. She should have known that he too would lecture her on the importance of philosophy. After all, he was the one who had hired the man in the first place. Why would he trust the mind of his daughter to someone who didn’t share similar viewpoints regarding her education as him?
Still, Danae had been hopeful. If for no other reason, her tutor didn’t seem like the sort of man who would have made a lesson plan in advance for Keikelius to approve. Even if he did, the young girl doubted that the aging scholar would be able to stick to one. Danae could easily recall the sheer amount of times their lessons would be derailed by his chatter over whatever new idea one of his colleagues at the University had just come up with. Often times he was so excited by whatever this new rationalization of human nature was that he would spend the whole period with Danae attempting to teach it to her instead of going over the work she had been assigned.
This was why she was struggling so much with philosophy. After all, when the slightly disorganized way these lessons occurred were combined with the simple fact that this subject did not come easily for Danae, it was obvious that the girl was going to fall behind -- Especially as her tutor’s tangents often focused on material that the Stravos girl had yet to master the basics of. So, when they finally did cover those building blocks, it all got muddled with the more advanced things that Danae wasn’t supposed to know yet. More often than not, this lack of structure left the poor girl so confused and uncertain of her skill that she just wanted to burn the book and be done with the whole subject.
Though she was not going to readily admit that this was one of the roots of the problem. Not when her tutor could be just as easily steered towards lengthy discussions of the things that piqued her intellectual curiosity.
“ Yes, but logic isn’t something you can learn from a book. You either figure it out or you don’t!” Danae complained, inching dangerously close to whining as her father explained the importance of the subject. She knew that her father would not take kindly to her tone and the fourteen-year-old had better change it quickly if she didn’t want to induce a ‘bad mood’ in Keikelius. “ I’m sorry. I didn’t mean --” She said hastily, trying to apologize for her tone. “ It’s just so frustrating because it seems like everything I read wants one specific answer and I can never find that specific answer.”
Deep down, the girl knew that this wasn’t the case. Not when the backbone of philosophy was the discussions and debates that came hand in hand with the subject. However, it was difficult for Danae as she didn’t have access to that. These lessons were designed to be taught to a room of young men who could bounce ideas off of each other before collectively coming to an answer. Danae was just one girl, who mind you was several years younger than most students at the university, who had to come to the same conclusions alone.
Danae was bright, but even she wasn’t that smart.
Even though the girl had a thousand more excuses in her arsenal, she didn’t voice any more of them when her father handed her the book and instructed her to read the passages that her tutor had marked. Her demeanor, though, expressed all the things that Danae didn’t dare say once her father decided that it was time to get down to business and fix this problem. Her shoulders were slumped forward and she couldn’t hide the reluctant gleam in her gaze as she found the text. It was more than clear that Danae did not want to recite something that she saw as useless for everything, but being entirely frustrating… but her desire to not disappoint her father outweighed her annoyance with the subject.
“ Epicurious,” Danae dutifully recited, “ Used to proclaim that a man who is not satisfied with a little is not satisfied with anything. He said that he was prepared to contend in happiness against Zeus himself if he had a barley cake and some water.” Once she was finished speaking, she glanced up at her father to see if he understood what the passage meant. Of course, Danae could discern on the surface that the author was trying to convey that humanity should not be materialistic and instead be pleased with the bare necessities. That was simple enough.
However, if it was that simple, Keikelius wouldn’t be with her right now.
As it turns out, Danae was simply too literal for her own good. She could look at the story, understand the message, but then ruin it by overthinking everything. “ It doesn’t make sense!” She exclaimed in frustration as the pressure to explain it to her father mounted on the girl. “ Zeus isn’t happy. If that was the case he would never wander from Hera, but he does, so clearly Epicurious is wrong… and ugh...” Danae said as she put the book down and put her face in her hands out of sheer frustration. All the stories were like this to her, that there was alway one or two details that threw everything off and left the girl annoyed as her mind couldn’t rectify the overall message with the mistakes. It was all just a confusing mess to her.
Clearly, if Keikelius wanted to help Danae make sense of the subject he would have his work cut out for him…
Danae physically had to resist the urge to roll her eyes and groan in frustration when her father doubled down on the sentiments of her tutor. She should have known that he too would lecture her on the importance of philosophy. After all, he was the one who had hired the man in the first place. Why would he trust the mind of his daughter to someone who didn’t share similar viewpoints regarding her education as him?
Still, Danae had been hopeful. If for no other reason, her tutor didn’t seem like the sort of man who would have made a lesson plan in advance for Keikelius to approve. Even if he did, the young girl doubted that the aging scholar would be able to stick to one. Danae could easily recall the sheer amount of times their lessons would be derailed by his chatter over whatever new idea one of his colleagues at the University had just come up with. Often times he was so excited by whatever this new rationalization of human nature was that he would spend the whole period with Danae attempting to teach it to her instead of going over the work she had been assigned.
This was why she was struggling so much with philosophy. After all, when the slightly disorganized way these lessons occurred were combined with the simple fact that this subject did not come easily for Danae, it was obvious that the girl was going to fall behind -- Especially as her tutor’s tangents often focused on material that the Stravos girl had yet to master the basics of. So, when they finally did cover those building blocks, it all got muddled with the more advanced things that Danae wasn’t supposed to know yet. More often than not, this lack of structure left the poor girl so confused and uncertain of her skill that she just wanted to burn the book and be done with the whole subject.
Though she was not going to readily admit that this was one of the roots of the problem. Not when her tutor could be just as easily steered towards lengthy discussions of the things that piqued her intellectual curiosity.
“ Yes, but logic isn’t something you can learn from a book. You either figure it out or you don’t!” Danae complained, inching dangerously close to whining as her father explained the importance of the subject. She knew that her father would not take kindly to her tone and the fourteen-year-old had better change it quickly if she didn’t want to induce a ‘bad mood’ in Keikelius. “ I’m sorry. I didn’t mean --” She said hastily, trying to apologize for her tone. “ It’s just so frustrating because it seems like everything I read wants one specific answer and I can never find that specific answer.”
Deep down, the girl knew that this wasn’t the case. Not when the backbone of philosophy was the discussions and debates that came hand in hand with the subject. However, it was difficult for Danae as she didn’t have access to that. These lessons were designed to be taught to a room of young men who could bounce ideas off of each other before collectively coming to an answer. Danae was just one girl, who mind you was several years younger than most students at the university, who had to come to the same conclusions alone.
Danae was bright, but even she wasn’t that smart.
Even though the girl had a thousand more excuses in her arsenal, she didn’t voice any more of them when her father handed her the book and instructed her to read the passages that her tutor had marked. Her demeanor, though, expressed all the things that Danae didn’t dare say once her father decided that it was time to get down to business and fix this problem. Her shoulders were slumped forward and she couldn’t hide the reluctant gleam in her gaze as she found the text. It was more than clear that Danae did not want to recite something that she saw as useless for everything, but being entirely frustrating… but her desire to not disappoint her father outweighed her annoyance with the subject.
“ Epicurious,” Danae dutifully recited, “ Used to proclaim that a man who is not satisfied with a little is not satisfied with anything. He said that he was prepared to contend in happiness against Zeus himself if he had a barley cake and some water.” Once she was finished speaking, she glanced up at her father to see if he understood what the passage meant. Of course, Danae could discern on the surface that the author was trying to convey that humanity should not be materialistic and instead be pleased with the bare necessities. That was simple enough.
However, if it was that simple, Keikelius wouldn’t be with her right now.
As it turns out, Danae was simply too literal for her own good. She could look at the story, understand the message, but then ruin it by overthinking everything. “ It doesn’t make sense!” She exclaimed in frustration as the pressure to explain it to her father mounted on the girl. “ Zeus isn’t happy. If that was the case he would never wander from Hera, but he does, so clearly Epicurious is wrong… and ugh...” Danae said as she put the book down and put her face in her hands out of sheer frustration. All the stories were like this to her, that there was alway one or two details that threw everything off and left the girl annoyed as her mind couldn’t rectify the overall message with the mistakes. It was all just a confusing mess to her.
Clearly, if Keikelius wanted to help Danae make sense of the subject he would have his work cut out for him…
Keikelius could truly understand the frustration that his youngest child was facing. These were lessons that he had not impressed on Chara, but had impressed on Elias. Chara was intelligent, but he did not expect the girl to know philosophy. Of his two daughters, it was Chara that was most likely to marry high and to marry well. Her intelligence in scholarly pursuits did not entirely matter. But Danae? Danae was more intelligent than even Elias at times. For her, she would also marry up, but whoever she married would be her equal, not her better.
Danae was very much like himself, but she was also very much like her mother. Not concerned with a vapid sense of self, however, Danae held more focus on the educational and business side of Keikelius' own personality. It was why the two of them clicked so well together and why Keikelius truly held little worry that Danae would not be able to come to terms with her lessons.
They started out with Danae telling Keikelius about Epicurious and what the man claimed in regards to human happiness and contentedness. This was one of the simpler lessons for the girl to learn, but if she started here and finally grasped the initial concepts, then continuing her studies later would not be as much of a chores. Sitting with his hands in his lap at first, he nodded along with his daughter's explaination, watching her try and comprehend it. He made no comment on the tone of her voice, letting it go this one time simply because he did understand the frustration that this subject brought.
It was only when she declared that it didn't make sense that Keikelius straightened a bit and gave her only a firm shake of her head in order to tell her to keep her tone of voice in line. After a long pause and a consideration of his own ways, the businessman reached toward the book, running his finger under the lines of the passage while he tried to think of how best to explain it. "That is actually exactly what Epicurious is stating. Man that is contented with little will remain happy," he instructed calmly, "Sometimes a materialistic society is not for the greater good and only promotes a sense of self and selfishness. But you must remember, Danae," Keikelius said lightly, a smile lighting his lips. "Comparing the nature of the gods to human nature is a major step in the wrong direction. We cannot hold the gods to the same standards and fields of thought and consideration that we do our fellow humans. Epicurious is stating that man should be happy with what little they may have, but the gods do not follow the rules of human morality."
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Keikelius could truly understand the frustration that his youngest child was facing. These were lessons that he had not impressed on Chara, but had impressed on Elias. Chara was intelligent, but he did not expect the girl to know philosophy. Of his two daughters, it was Chara that was most likely to marry high and to marry well. Her intelligence in scholarly pursuits did not entirely matter. But Danae? Danae was more intelligent than even Elias at times. For her, she would also marry up, but whoever she married would be her equal, not her better.
Danae was very much like himself, but she was also very much like her mother. Not concerned with a vapid sense of self, however, Danae held more focus on the educational and business side of Keikelius' own personality. It was why the two of them clicked so well together and why Keikelius truly held little worry that Danae would not be able to come to terms with her lessons.
They started out with Danae telling Keikelius about Epicurious and what the man claimed in regards to human happiness and contentedness. This was one of the simpler lessons for the girl to learn, but if she started here and finally grasped the initial concepts, then continuing her studies later would not be as much of a chores. Sitting with his hands in his lap at first, he nodded along with his daughter's explaination, watching her try and comprehend it. He made no comment on the tone of her voice, letting it go this one time simply because he did understand the frustration that this subject brought.
It was only when she declared that it didn't make sense that Keikelius straightened a bit and gave her only a firm shake of her head in order to tell her to keep her tone of voice in line. After a long pause and a consideration of his own ways, the businessman reached toward the book, running his finger under the lines of the passage while he tried to think of how best to explain it. "That is actually exactly what Epicurious is stating. Man that is contented with little will remain happy," he instructed calmly, "Sometimes a materialistic society is not for the greater good and only promotes a sense of self and selfishness. But you must remember, Danae," Keikelius said lightly, a smile lighting his lips. "Comparing the nature of the gods to human nature is a major step in the wrong direction. We cannot hold the gods to the same standards and fields of thought and consideration that we do our fellow humans. Epicurious is stating that man should be happy with what little they may have, but the gods do not follow the rules of human morality."
Keikelius could truly understand the frustration that his youngest child was facing. These were lessons that he had not impressed on Chara, but had impressed on Elias. Chara was intelligent, but he did not expect the girl to know philosophy. Of his two daughters, it was Chara that was most likely to marry high and to marry well. Her intelligence in scholarly pursuits did not entirely matter. But Danae? Danae was more intelligent than even Elias at times. For her, she would also marry up, but whoever she married would be her equal, not her better.
Danae was very much like himself, but she was also very much like her mother. Not concerned with a vapid sense of self, however, Danae held more focus on the educational and business side of Keikelius' own personality. It was why the two of them clicked so well together and why Keikelius truly held little worry that Danae would not be able to come to terms with her lessons.
They started out with Danae telling Keikelius about Epicurious and what the man claimed in regards to human happiness and contentedness. This was one of the simpler lessons for the girl to learn, but if she started here and finally grasped the initial concepts, then continuing her studies later would not be as much of a chores. Sitting with his hands in his lap at first, he nodded along with his daughter's explaination, watching her try and comprehend it. He made no comment on the tone of her voice, letting it go this one time simply because he did understand the frustration that this subject brought.
It was only when she declared that it didn't make sense that Keikelius straightened a bit and gave her only a firm shake of her head in order to tell her to keep her tone of voice in line. After a long pause and a consideration of his own ways, the businessman reached toward the book, running his finger under the lines of the passage while he tried to think of how best to explain it. "That is actually exactly what Epicurious is stating. Man that is contented with little will remain happy," he instructed calmly, "Sometimes a materialistic society is not for the greater good and only promotes a sense of self and selfishness. But you must remember, Danae," Keikelius said lightly, a smile lighting his lips. "Comparing the nature of the gods to human nature is a major step in the wrong direction. We cannot hold the gods to the same standards and fields of thought and consideration that we do our fellow humans. Epicurious is stating that man should be happy with what little they may have, but the gods do not follow the rules of human morality."
Danae should have known better than raising her voice when her intolerance for Epicurious reached a new and embarrassing high. She didn’t want to have to admit that she was floundering in philosophy to her father, let alone have to discuss it. Not when Danae’s own anxieties and the high standards of carrying the Stravos name had long ago thoroughly convinced that any sort of flaws was to be hidden away and never addressed. Even if they were problems that needed a little outside help for them to be resolved. In truth, Danae was just far too afraid of the judgment that came with admitting that she was struggling with anything. She didn’t want to have to deal with the self-conscious whispers that plagued her in those situations and even though most of these insecurities were tied to her appearance (which was completely understandable with one glance at Chara and Elias) those little nagging feelings proclaiming her to be a failure were not indiscriminate. They could come out anywhere, at any time, and there wasn’t a single thing Danae could do about it, but try to find a quick escape from the situation.
However, there was no escape from this situation.
Her father was not foolish enough to fall for any false proclamations that she was feeling faint like her tutor would. Nor would he tolerate any sort of faffing around on the girl’s part. There was work to be done, so neither of them would be excused until it was completed. She wouldn’t even try to press her luck. Keikelius had instilled the hard-working personality trait that fueled her ‘extra-curricular’ work into the fourteen-year-old sitting across from him. He would see through any attempts to weasel out of the work.
This, in an odd sort of way, made it all worse as admitting that she was struggling to her father, her hero, was enough to bring every self-conscious thought roaring to the surface. Even if she could make sense of the work in front of her, it would be a near-impossibility for her to focus on it. Not with her ears turning a bright red as Keikelius tried to walk her through the text. She had to admit that his explanation did make a bit of sense… if the work was examined on its own. Though in the context of everything else she read? This couldn’t be the answer. Danae knew that she was meant to spend hours working through every singale word of that blasted book and whatever seemed like the simplest answer was nearly always wrong. Especially not when her dad tried to lecture her about comparing mortals to the gods.
She really had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at that statement, “The scholars seem to have no qualms about such a thing. The entire book is filled with passages about comparing mortals to the divine -- in both a favorable and negative light” Danae absentmindedly said as she motioned towards the book, silently inviting her father to take a look for himself. The philosophers who had contributed to the discussions that her tutor had put together couldn’t seem to decide if the gods should be held to the same standards as the men beneath them. Truthfully, Danae didn’t pay such notions any mind. She just couldn’t be bothered to have an opinion on the matter when the girl could barely scrounge together enough interest in the subject to care either way. However, she didn’t know if this was a lesson that her father was steadfast in instilling in his daughter and may not take kindly to some of the sections that all but proclaimed mortals to be the more rational beings due to the careless exploits of Zeus.
If he was? Well, that could spell trouble for the tutor who had practically written the book in front of them.
This wasn’t something that was on her mind though as her thoughts drifted back to the explanation that her father had given. Even though the message about Epicurious was just trying to lecture people about the follies of materialism made sense, it was just far too on the nose to be the answer. There was no way it could be that.
“But that’s too simple.” Danae quickly countered, trying to not let her voice fall into the whine that had been present earlier, “Podarces told me that students at the university could spend hours upon hours debating small passages like this. It’s not possible that the answer could be as plain as that!” As if the grave for this poor tutor could not be dug any lower, Danae had to go ahead and reveal that the stress and anxiety that was attached to this subject in her eyes stemmed from an offhand comment that the man had made. Unlike the work in front of her, it was not that complicated to understand what was going to happen to Podarces shortly after Keikelius was satisfied with Danae’s progress.
Oh well, at least if he was fired, Danae might be spared from the horrors of philosophy for a few weeks. Hopefully.
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Danae should have known better than raising her voice when her intolerance for Epicurious reached a new and embarrassing high. She didn’t want to have to admit that she was floundering in philosophy to her father, let alone have to discuss it. Not when Danae’s own anxieties and the high standards of carrying the Stravos name had long ago thoroughly convinced that any sort of flaws was to be hidden away and never addressed. Even if they were problems that needed a little outside help for them to be resolved. In truth, Danae was just far too afraid of the judgment that came with admitting that she was struggling with anything. She didn’t want to have to deal with the self-conscious whispers that plagued her in those situations and even though most of these insecurities were tied to her appearance (which was completely understandable with one glance at Chara and Elias) those little nagging feelings proclaiming her to be a failure were not indiscriminate. They could come out anywhere, at any time, and there wasn’t a single thing Danae could do about it, but try to find a quick escape from the situation.
However, there was no escape from this situation.
Her father was not foolish enough to fall for any false proclamations that she was feeling faint like her tutor would. Nor would he tolerate any sort of faffing around on the girl’s part. There was work to be done, so neither of them would be excused until it was completed. She wouldn’t even try to press her luck. Keikelius had instilled the hard-working personality trait that fueled her ‘extra-curricular’ work into the fourteen-year-old sitting across from him. He would see through any attempts to weasel out of the work.
This, in an odd sort of way, made it all worse as admitting that she was struggling to her father, her hero, was enough to bring every self-conscious thought roaring to the surface. Even if she could make sense of the work in front of her, it would be a near-impossibility for her to focus on it. Not with her ears turning a bright red as Keikelius tried to walk her through the text. She had to admit that his explanation did make a bit of sense… if the work was examined on its own. Though in the context of everything else she read? This couldn’t be the answer. Danae knew that she was meant to spend hours working through every singale word of that blasted book and whatever seemed like the simplest answer was nearly always wrong. Especially not when her dad tried to lecture her about comparing mortals to the gods.
She really had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at that statement, “The scholars seem to have no qualms about such a thing. The entire book is filled with passages about comparing mortals to the divine -- in both a favorable and negative light” Danae absentmindedly said as she motioned towards the book, silently inviting her father to take a look for himself. The philosophers who had contributed to the discussions that her tutor had put together couldn’t seem to decide if the gods should be held to the same standards as the men beneath them. Truthfully, Danae didn’t pay such notions any mind. She just couldn’t be bothered to have an opinion on the matter when the girl could barely scrounge together enough interest in the subject to care either way. However, she didn’t know if this was a lesson that her father was steadfast in instilling in his daughter and may not take kindly to some of the sections that all but proclaimed mortals to be the more rational beings due to the careless exploits of Zeus.
If he was? Well, that could spell trouble for the tutor who had practically written the book in front of them.
This wasn’t something that was on her mind though as her thoughts drifted back to the explanation that her father had given. Even though the message about Epicurious was just trying to lecture people about the follies of materialism made sense, it was just far too on the nose to be the answer. There was no way it could be that.
“But that’s too simple.” Danae quickly countered, trying to not let her voice fall into the whine that had been present earlier, “Podarces told me that students at the university could spend hours upon hours debating small passages like this. It’s not possible that the answer could be as plain as that!” As if the grave for this poor tutor could not be dug any lower, Danae had to go ahead and reveal that the stress and anxiety that was attached to this subject in her eyes stemmed from an offhand comment that the man had made. Unlike the work in front of her, it was not that complicated to understand what was going to happen to Podarces shortly after Keikelius was satisfied with Danae’s progress.
Oh well, at least if he was fired, Danae might be spared from the horrors of philosophy for a few weeks. Hopefully.
Danae should have known better than raising her voice when her intolerance for Epicurious reached a new and embarrassing high. She didn’t want to have to admit that she was floundering in philosophy to her father, let alone have to discuss it. Not when Danae’s own anxieties and the high standards of carrying the Stravos name had long ago thoroughly convinced that any sort of flaws was to be hidden away and never addressed. Even if they were problems that needed a little outside help for them to be resolved. In truth, Danae was just far too afraid of the judgment that came with admitting that she was struggling with anything. She didn’t want to have to deal with the self-conscious whispers that plagued her in those situations and even though most of these insecurities were tied to her appearance (which was completely understandable with one glance at Chara and Elias) those little nagging feelings proclaiming her to be a failure were not indiscriminate. They could come out anywhere, at any time, and there wasn’t a single thing Danae could do about it, but try to find a quick escape from the situation.
However, there was no escape from this situation.
Her father was not foolish enough to fall for any false proclamations that she was feeling faint like her tutor would. Nor would he tolerate any sort of faffing around on the girl’s part. There was work to be done, so neither of them would be excused until it was completed. She wouldn’t even try to press her luck. Keikelius had instilled the hard-working personality trait that fueled her ‘extra-curricular’ work into the fourteen-year-old sitting across from him. He would see through any attempts to weasel out of the work.
This, in an odd sort of way, made it all worse as admitting that she was struggling to her father, her hero, was enough to bring every self-conscious thought roaring to the surface. Even if she could make sense of the work in front of her, it would be a near-impossibility for her to focus on it. Not with her ears turning a bright red as Keikelius tried to walk her through the text. She had to admit that his explanation did make a bit of sense… if the work was examined on its own. Though in the context of everything else she read? This couldn’t be the answer. Danae knew that she was meant to spend hours working through every singale word of that blasted book and whatever seemed like the simplest answer was nearly always wrong. Especially not when her dad tried to lecture her about comparing mortals to the gods.
She really had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at that statement, “The scholars seem to have no qualms about such a thing. The entire book is filled with passages about comparing mortals to the divine -- in both a favorable and negative light” Danae absentmindedly said as she motioned towards the book, silently inviting her father to take a look for himself. The philosophers who had contributed to the discussions that her tutor had put together couldn’t seem to decide if the gods should be held to the same standards as the men beneath them. Truthfully, Danae didn’t pay such notions any mind. She just couldn’t be bothered to have an opinion on the matter when the girl could barely scrounge together enough interest in the subject to care either way. However, she didn’t know if this was a lesson that her father was steadfast in instilling in his daughter and may not take kindly to some of the sections that all but proclaimed mortals to be the more rational beings due to the careless exploits of Zeus.
If he was? Well, that could spell trouble for the tutor who had practically written the book in front of them.
This wasn’t something that was on her mind though as her thoughts drifted back to the explanation that her father had given. Even though the message about Epicurious was just trying to lecture people about the follies of materialism made sense, it was just far too on the nose to be the answer. There was no way it could be that.
“But that’s too simple.” Danae quickly countered, trying to not let her voice fall into the whine that had been present earlier, “Podarces told me that students at the university could spend hours upon hours debating small passages like this. It’s not possible that the answer could be as plain as that!” As if the grave for this poor tutor could not be dug any lower, Danae had to go ahead and reveal that the stress and anxiety that was attached to this subject in her eyes stemmed from an offhand comment that the man had made. Unlike the work in front of her, it was not that complicated to understand what was going to happen to Podarces shortly after Keikelius was satisfied with Danae’s progress.
Oh well, at least if he was fired, Danae might be spared from the horrors of philosophy for a few weeks. Hopefully.
Keikelius knew not to let his own frustration get the better of him. His own views on philosophy were not much different than his daughter's, but at the same time, he had still studied them. Regardless of what he felt, regardless of what he understood or did not understand, he had studied his hardest when it came to the subject. But part of his own motivation had been the heavy hand of his father who was keen on literally beating sense into Keikelius. The Stravos lord was not the same as his father, and he didn't want to be labelled such.
Staring first at Danae, and then taking the book that she had offered him, the man flipped through the pages at an almost languid pace. He remembered a lot of it, but over time, his own arguments about the meanings of many of the passages had changed. Once, he might have thought one passage had one meaning, but time and a growing understanding of the world, business, and the machinizations of the political sphere made it easy for one to change views or ideas. Everyone, eventually, grew up and started to think different thoughts.
Keikelius was no different. He thought and felt differently now than he did when he was much younger, and that was alright. The only reason the man thumbed through the pages was to give himself more time to reason with both himself and the wording he would need to use on his frustrated daughter to ensure that she didn't outright give up on her lessons just yet. He was not a weak man, but if she ended up begging him to halt her philosophy classes, he was likely to do so. Especially because to have Circenia step in to better teach their daughter would only end in frustration for both mother and daughter, and that was not something that Keikelius was keen on dealing with for any length of time at all.
No, it was better to let his daughter choose her own path. She was nearly old enough to be a woman, so that meant she was growing into a position where she could make decisions for herself.
Clearing his throat, it was here that Keikelius snapped the book shut in one fluid motion and observed his daughter with a keen eye. an eye that truly missed nothing. He could understand that Danae was feeling hopeless and even angry at the subject, but he was almost sure he could make her understand the necessity of the subject, even if she didn't understand anything that she read. "Danae," Keikelius started, folding both of his hands over top of the book cover, his eyebrow lifting slowly. "Podarces didn't tell you that many of those students who debate these tiny passages of philosophy have also ready these passages hundreds of times over. Literally hundreds. They debate it so completely because they've thought about it in hundreds of different ways," Keikelius said slowly.
"For example, when I was flipping through the pages, I glanced at several passages that I remember, but would not give the same answer to now as I did when I was much younger. Philosophy is not something you study for a few weeks and then are an immediate master of. It is not arithmetic or writing or even botany. It is fluid and it changes because your thoughts change over time."
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Keikelius knew not to let his own frustration get the better of him. His own views on philosophy were not much different than his daughter's, but at the same time, he had still studied them. Regardless of what he felt, regardless of what he understood or did not understand, he had studied his hardest when it came to the subject. But part of his own motivation had been the heavy hand of his father who was keen on literally beating sense into Keikelius. The Stravos lord was not the same as his father, and he didn't want to be labelled such.
Staring first at Danae, and then taking the book that she had offered him, the man flipped through the pages at an almost languid pace. He remembered a lot of it, but over time, his own arguments about the meanings of many of the passages had changed. Once, he might have thought one passage had one meaning, but time and a growing understanding of the world, business, and the machinizations of the political sphere made it easy for one to change views or ideas. Everyone, eventually, grew up and started to think different thoughts.
Keikelius was no different. He thought and felt differently now than he did when he was much younger, and that was alright. The only reason the man thumbed through the pages was to give himself more time to reason with both himself and the wording he would need to use on his frustrated daughter to ensure that she didn't outright give up on her lessons just yet. He was not a weak man, but if she ended up begging him to halt her philosophy classes, he was likely to do so. Especially because to have Circenia step in to better teach their daughter would only end in frustration for both mother and daughter, and that was not something that Keikelius was keen on dealing with for any length of time at all.
No, it was better to let his daughter choose her own path. She was nearly old enough to be a woman, so that meant she was growing into a position where she could make decisions for herself.
Clearing his throat, it was here that Keikelius snapped the book shut in one fluid motion and observed his daughter with a keen eye. an eye that truly missed nothing. He could understand that Danae was feeling hopeless and even angry at the subject, but he was almost sure he could make her understand the necessity of the subject, even if she didn't understand anything that she read. "Danae," Keikelius started, folding both of his hands over top of the book cover, his eyebrow lifting slowly. "Podarces didn't tell you that many of those students who debate these tiny passages of philosophy have also ready these passages hundreds of times over. Literally hundreds. They debate it so completely because they've thought about it in hundreds of different ways," Keikelius said slowly.
"For example, when I was flipping through the pages, I glanced at several passages that I remember, but would not give the same answer to now as I did when I was much younger. Philosophy is not something you study for a few weeks and then are an immediate master of. It is not arithmetic or writing or even botany. It is fluid and it changes because your thoughts change over time."
Keikelius knew not to let his own frustration get the better of him. His own views on philosophy were not much different than his daughter's, but at the same time, he had still studied them. Regardless of what he felt, regardless of what he understood or did not understand, he had studied his hardest when it came to the subject. But part of his own motivation had been the heavy hand of his father who was keen on literally beating sense into Keikelius. The Stravos lord was not the same as his father, and he didn't want to be labelled such.
Staring first at Danae, and then taking the book that she had offered him, the man flipped through the pages at an almost languid pace. He remembered a lot of it, but over time, his own arguments about the meanings of many of the passages had changed. Once, he might have thought one passage had one meaning, but time and a growing understanding of the world, business, and the machinizations of the political sphere made it easy for one to change views or ideas. Everyone, eventually, grew up and started to think different thoughts.
Keikelius was no different. He thought and felt differently now than he did when he was much younger, and that was alright. The only reason the man thumbed through the pages was to give himself more time to reason with both himself and the wording he would need to use on his frustrated daughter to ensure that she didn't outright give up on her lessons just yet. He was not a weak man, but if she ended up begging him to halt her philosophy classes, he was likely to do so. Especially because to have Circenia step in to better teach their daughter would only end in frustration for both mother and daughter, and that was not something that Keikelius was keen on dealing with for any length of time at all.
No, it was better to let his daughter choose her own path. She was nearly old enough to be a woman, so that meant she was growing into a position where she could make decisions for herself.
Clearing his throat, it was here that Keikelius snapped the book shut in one fluid motion and observed his daughter with a keen eye. an eye that truly missed nothing. He could understand that Danae was feeling hopeless and even angry at the subject, but he was almost sure he could make her understand the necessity of the subject, even if she didn't understand anything that she read. "Danae," Keikelius started, folding both of his hands over top of the book cover, his eyebrow lifting slowly. "Podarces didn't tell you that many of those students who debate these tiny passages of philosophy have also ready these passages hundreds of times over. Literally hundreds. They debate it so completely because they've thought about it in hundreds of different ways," Keikelius said slowly.
"For example, when I was flipping through the pages, I glanced at several passages that I remember, but would not give the same answer to now as I did when I was much younger. Philosophy is not something you study for a few weeks and then are an immediate master of. It is not arithmetic or writing or even botany. It is fluid and it changes because your thoughts change over time."
Even though Keikelius was ready to let his daughter make a decision on whether or not to continue with the subject, Danae couldn’t even see that she had a choice in the matter. She had no idea that if she told her father that she wanted to abandon philosophy, he would listen to her and respect the decision she made. It wasn’t even something that crossed her mind as Keikelius flicked through the book, but why should it? The young Stravos girl had never had to make any serious decisions about her own education before -- it was something that her parents handled. Danae needed a new tutor? Circenia found a suitable candidate. She outgrew her current lessons? Keikelius was the one to decide what subjects his daughter would study next. In fourteen years, Danae hadn’t made any substantial choice that was larger than the order of the day’s lessons. There was no real way for her to know that she did have the power to dictate these things. Not unless her father directly told her.
Even if he did that though, it was fairly unlikely that Danae would take that option… Or at least it was improbable when he was still in the room. Although she wasn’t conveying it very well, as it was masked by the frustration and hopelessness she felt with this subject, she was highly embarrassed that Keikelius had to step in like this. It was one thing to be sitting across from her tutor, expressing her frustrations, but it was another thing entirely to be doing this with her father. He expected so much from her and she had never floundered so much in a subject like this before. That alone made her feel as if she was some sort of failure for not getting it as easily as she had conquered her other lessons. This was made even worse by the ever-present anxiety that was crawling just beneath her skin. She was already extremely self-conscious of this short-coming, there was no way that she would ever admit that it was easier to give up and refocus her interests on something else. Danae wasn’t sure if she could bear that disappointed look that Keikelius would surely give her if Danae took this route.
Given that she was both unaware and unwilling to take such a choice, there were little options left for the father-daughter duo other than to trudge through the work that loomed before them. The prospect alone was enough to make Danae internally groan. She didn’t let any of it bubble to the surface though as her father addressed her. She listened to what he had to say about such a subject taking time to understand and master, but it didn’t really do anything to set her at ease. In fact, it really only made things worse. Danae was a teenager and a grumpy one at that. The promise of having future revelations about this subject did not impart to her some sort of wisdom that would guide her through the rest of this boring subject. Instead, it just made her wonder why she was learning this now. What was the point if she was not going to truly understand it until when she was her father’s age? That really didn’t bode well for her understanding of the subject as the elder Stravos was over three times Danae’s age. To the fourteen-year-old girl, this seemed like it would be a lifetime away. Wouldn’t it just be easier to learn all of this then, when it would make better sense?
However, just like Podarces and the book between the two of them, Danae already knew that this was not the answer her father was looking for. Even though it was clearly written in her confused expression that was co-mingling with the frustration that was already present, she didn’t dare mention it aloud. After all, she knew that she would probably grumble that comment about her father’s age aloud. After having lived with Circenia and Chara her whole life, Danae already was more than well aware that you did not ever mention someone’s age if they were over the age of twenty-five. (Granted, Keikelius was not his wife and daughter, but was that a chance Danae really wanted to take?) So, she tried to keep her mouth shut, but it really was a losing battle from the start. The youngest Stravos had always had a bit of a curiosity streak within her, which made it very difficult for her to ignore burning questions like the one that was on the tip of her tongue after her father’s explanation.
After quietly taking a moment to carefully choose her words so her inquiry did not come off as a whine, Danae pointedly asked, “Then why I am learning this now if I’m not expected to understand it completely?” Although this would probably seem fairly straight-forward to her father who had plenty of world experience to lean back on for such an answer, it was a genuine question for the girl across from him. Danae hadn’t been running around for forty-five years as her father had under his belt. She was only fourteen and everything she had been taught up until this point came with the expectation that the girl would learn and understand the material before moving on to something new. Having something be purposely be vague and open-ended when the lessons were done? It was strange and foreign. None of her other lessons had ever tackled something like this before and she wasn’t even really sure if she was fully wrapping her mind around it. She certainly understood the theory, but not the practicality of it. Or at least not fully.
However, as this answer was slowly beginning to take root in her mind and the gears in her brain began to turn to understand this new concept; a new question appeared. This one didn’t have the careful thought as the one that had come before, but was just merely blurted out as the girl’s curiosity got the better of her, “What kind of answers would you have given?” Where other children might have asked this with a sly smile, trying to trick the adult into giving the right answer; Danae asked this with a more innocent motive. It wasn’t often that her father talked about how he had been when he was her age and such insights into this were simply few and far between. For that reason, whenever the opportunity presented itself, Danae couldn’t help but want to ask more as she didn’t know a whole lot about who her father was prior to what she had seen in the last fourteen years. Though, this inquiry could (wrongly) be seen as a distraction to the problem at hand, a way for Danae to avoid doing the schoolwork that she very clearly despised. That would require Keikelius to see it that way, instead of just being a by-product of his daughter’s curious nature.
Would he though? Or would he indulge in this childish curiosity for a few minutes for the sake of maybe generating some interest in the subject for his daughter?
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Even though Keikelius was ready to let his daughter make a decision on whether or not to continue with the subject, Danae couldn’t even see that she had a choice in the matter. She had no idea that if she told her father that she wanted to abandon philosophy, he would listen to her and respect the decision she made. It wasn’t even something that crossed her mind as Keikelius flicked through the book, but why should it? The young Stravos girl had never had to make any serious decisions about her own education before -- it was something that her parents handled. Danae needed a new tutor? Circenia found a suitable candidate. She outgrew her current lessons? Keikelius was the one to decide what subjects his daughter would study next. In fourteen years, Danae hadn’t made any substantial choice that was larger than the order of the day’s lessons. There was no real way for her to know that she did have the power to dictate these things. Not unless her father directly told her.
Even if he did that though, it was fairly unlikely that Danae would take that option… Or at least it was improbable when he was still in the room. Although she wasn’t conveying it very well, as it was masked by the frustration and hopelessness she felt with this subject, she was highly embarrassed that Keikelius had to step in like this. It was one thing to be sitting across from her tutor, expressing her frustrations, but it was another thing entirely to be doing this with her father. He expected so much from her and she had never floundered so much in a subject like this before. That alone made her feel as if she was some sort of failure for not getting it as easily as she had conquered her other lessons. This was made even worse by the ever-present anxiety that was crawling just beneath her skin. She was already extremely self-conscious of this short-coming, there was no way that she would ever admit that it was easier to give up and refocus her interests on something else. Danae wasn’t sure if she could bear that disappointed look that Keikelius would surely give her if Danae took this route.
Given that she was both unaware and unwilling to take such a choice, there were little options left for the father-daughter duo other than to trudge through the work that loomed before them. The prospect alone was enough to make Danae internally groan. She didn’t let any of it bubble to the surface though as her father addressed her. She listened to what he had to say about such a subject taking time to understand and master, but it didn’t really do anything to set her at ease. In fact, it really only made things worse. Danae was a teenager and a grumpy one at that. The promise of having future revelations about this subject did not impart to her some sort of wisdom that would guide her through the rest of this boring subject. Instead, it just made her wonder why she was learning this now. What was the point if she was not going to truly understand it until when she was her father’s age? That really didn’t bode well for her understanding of the subject as the elder Stravos was over three times Danae’s age. To the fourteen-year-old girl, this seemed like it would be a lifetime away. Wouldn’t it just be easier to learn all of this then, when it would make better sense?
However, just like Podarces and the book between the two of them, Danae already knew that this was not the answer her father was looking for. Even though it was clearly written in her confused expression that was co-mingling with the frustration that was already present, she didn’t dare mention it aloud. After all, she knew that she would probably grumble that comment about her father’s age aloud. After having lived with Circenia and Chara her whole life, Danae already was more than well aware that you did not ever mention someone’s age if they were over the age of twenty-five. (Granted, Keikelius was not his wife and daughter, but was that a chance Danae really wanted to take?) So, she tried to keep her mouth shut, but it really was a losing battle from the start. The youngest Stravos had always had a bit of a curiosity streak within her, which made it very difficult for her to ignore burning questions like the one that was on the tip of her tongue after her father’s explanation.
After quietly taking a moment to carefully choose her words so her inquiry did not come off as a whine, Danae pointedly asked, “Then why I am learning this now if I’m not expected to understand it completely?” Although this would probably seem fairly straight-forward to her father who had plenty of world experience to lean back on for such an answer, it was a genuine question for the girl across from him. Danae hadn’t been running around for forty-five years as her father had under his belt. She was only fourteen and everything she had been taught up until this point came with the expectation that the girl would learn and understand the material before moving on to something new. Having something be purposely be vague and open-ended when the lessons were done? It was strange and foreign. None of her other lessons had ever tackled something like this before and she wasn’t even really sure if she was fully wrapping her mind around it. She certainly understood the theory, but not the practicality of it. Or at least not fully.
However, as this answer was slowly beginning to take root in her mind and the gears in her brain began to turn to understand this new concept; a new question appeared. This one didn’t have the careful thought as the one that had come before, but was just merely blurted out as the girl’s curiosity got the better of her, “What kind of answers would you have given?” Where other children might have asked this with a sly smile, trying to trick the adult into giving the right answer; Danae asked this with a more innocent motive. It wasn’t often that her father talked about how he had been when he was her age and such insights into this were simply few and far between. For that reason, whenever the opportunity presented itself, Danae couldn’t help but want to ask more as she didn’t know a whole lot about who her father was prior to what she had seen in the last fourteen years. Though, this inquiry could (wrongly) be seen as a distraction to the problem at hand, a way for Danae to avoid doing the schoolwork that she very clearly despised. That would require Keikelius to see it that way, instead of just being a by-product of his daughter’s curious nature.
Would he though? Or would he indulge in this childish curiosity for a few minutes for the sake of maybe generating some interest in the subject for his daughter?
Even though Keikelius was ready to let his daughter make a decision on whether or not to continue with the subject, Danae couldn’t even see that she had a choice in the matter. She had no idea that if she told her father that she wanted to abandon philosophy, he would listen to her and respect the decision she made. It wasn’t even something that crossed her mind as Keikelius flicked through the book, but why should it? The young Stravos girl had never had to make any serious decisions about her own education before -- it was something that her parents handled. Danae needed a new tutor? Circenia found a suitable candidate. She outgrew her current lessons? Keikelius was the one to decide what subjects his daughter would study next. In fourteen years, Danae hadn’t made any substantial choice that was larger than the order of the day’s lessons. There was no real way for her to know that she did have the power to dictate these things. Not unless her father directly told her.
Even if he did that though, it was fairly unlikely that Danae would take that option… Or at least it was improbable when he was still in the room. Although she wasn’t conveying it very well, as it was masked by the frustration and hopelessness she felt with this subject, she was highly embarrassed that Keikelius had to step in like this. It was one thing to be sitting across from her tutor, expressing her frustrations, but it was another thing entirely to be doing this with her father. He expected so much from her and she had never floundered so much in a subject like this before. That alone made her feel as if she was some sort of failure for not getting it as easily as she had conquered her other lessons. This was made even worse by the ever-present anxiety that was crawling just beneath her skin. She was already extremely self-conscious of this short-coming, there was no way that she would ever admit that it was easier to give up and refocus her interests on something else. Danae wasn’t sure if she could bear that disappointed look that Keikelius would surely give her if Danae took this route.
Given that she was both unaware and unwilling to take such a choice, there were little options left for the father-daughter duo other than to trudge through the work that loomed before them. The prospect alone was enough to make Danae internally groan. She didn’t let any of it bubble to the surface though as her father addressed her. She listened to what he had to say about such a subject taking time to understand and master, but it didn’t really do anything to set her at ease. In fact, it really only made things worse. Danae was a teenager and a grumpy one at that. The promise of having future revelations about this subject did not impart to her some sort of wisdom that would guide her through the rest of this boring subject. Instead, it just made her wonder why she was learning this now. What was the point if she was not going to truly understand it until when she was her father’s age? That really didn’t bode well for her understanding of the subject as the elder Stravos was over three times Danae’s age. To the fourteen-year-old girl, this seemed like it would be a lifetime away. Wouldn’t it just be easier to learn all of this then, when it would make better sense?
However, just like Podarces and the book between the two of them, Danae already knew that this was not the answer her father was looking for. Even though it was clearly written in her confused expression that was co-mingling with the frustration that was already present, she didn’t dare mention it aloud. After all, she knew that she would probably grumble that comment about her father’s age aloud. After having lived with Circenia and Chara her whole life, Danae already was more than well aware that you did not ever mention someone’s age if they were over the age of twenty-five. (Granted, Keikelius was not his wife and daughter, but was that a chance Danae really wanted to take?) So, she tried to keep her mouth shut, but it really was a losing battle from the start. The youngest Stravos had always had a bit of a curiosity streak within her, which made it very difficult for her to ignore burning questions like the one that was on the tip of her tongue after her father’s explanation.
After quietly taking a moment to carefully choose her words so her inquiry did not come off as a whine, Danae pointedly asked, “Then why I am learning this now if I’m not expected to understand it completely?” Although this would probably seem fairly straight-forward to her father who had plenty of world experience to lean back on for such an answer, it was a genuine question for the girl across from him. Danae hadn’t been running around for forty-five years as her father had under his belt. She was only fourteen and everything she had been taught up until this point came with the expectation that the girl would learn and understand the material before moving on to something new. Having something be purposely be vague and open-ended when the lessons were done? It was strange and foreign. None of her other lessons had ever tackled something like this before and she wasn’t even really sure if she was fully wrapping her mind around it. She certainly understood the theory, but not the practicality of it. Or at least not fully.
However, as this answer was slowly beginning to take root in her mind and the gears in her brain began to turn to understand this new concept; a new question appeared. This one didn’t have the careful thought as the one that had come before, but was just merely blurted out as the girl’s curiosity got the better of her, “What kind of answers would you have given?” Where other children might have asked this with a sly smile, trying to trick the adult into giving the right answer; Danae asked this with a more innocent motive. It wasn’t often that her father talked about how he had been when he was her age and such insights into this were simply few and far between. For that reason, whenever the opportunity presented itself, Danae couldn’t help but want to ask more as she didn’t know a whole lot about who her father was prior to what she had seen in the last fourteen years. Though, this inquiry could (wrongly) be seen as a distraction to the problem at hand, a way for Danae to avoid doing the schoolwork that she very clearly despised. That would require Keikelius to see it that way, instead of just being a by-product of his daughter’s curious nature.
Would he though? Or would he indulge in this childish curiosity for a few minutes for the sake of maybe generating some interest in the subject for his daughter?
As much as he loved and respected the women in his family, the Stravos lord was growing tired of the round and around questions. Danae was smart and he didn't understand why he needed to keep repeating the same things for her to be able to get the concept of why she was learning what she was learning. But he kept his cool, his features a mask of what he was not currently feeling at that moment: complete calm and a twinge of understanding. He himself remembered being frustrated by the subject as a boy and that meant he knew how Danae was feeling in the moment.
That meant that he would be patient with her, whatever the cost and no matter how many times she asked the same question in different ways.
"You're learning it now because philosophy is something that changes as your perception of the world changes around you. Who you are yesterday is not who you are today, right? Your mind will not always think the same and you may have different thoughts and ideals on these passages just a year from now," Keikelius said calmly, still looking down at the book that he and his daughter were sharing. He seemed to graze over a few of ther other passages, thinking about them in complete silence. Many of his answers were somewhat the same as when he was a boy, but many others had changed.
That was simply because his thinking had evolved into different facets and different, more valuable directions.
His daughter's questions of what his own answers might be had him bringing his gaze back up to her face. Keikelius glanced back down at the book and then back up at his daughter, thinking deeply and humming a little to himself. "I would rather hear what answers you can give me right now on the passage that you're struggling on," Keikelius changed the subject, not wanting to get too far into the idea of his childhood. Karkos had never been an overly kind father, and had Danae grown up with him instead of Keikelius, there would have been a lot more screaming and a lot more tears.
Keikelius was glad for the completeness of his own patience, knowing that the children's grandfather had never been so patient and forgiving when it came to questioning. "That is," Keikelius murmured, "Why we are seated here right now. If you can give me an answer that is satisfactory and does not end with the question 'are we done yet' or 'why am I studying this', then we can finish your studies for the day and do something far more constructive than debate the usefulness of your studies."
Honestly, he would have much rather gone to take her sailing or down to the docks to shadow him. However, he did that far too often and the lord was very sure that if he pulled Danae from her studies early just one more time, the princess would be on the war path with his neck on the line within hours. He had no desire for a tense supper or fielding Circenia's irritable taunts across the dinner table later. So they would finish the lesson and then wander into lessons that were, in truth, far more valuable. Not that Keikelius would let Danae know such a thing was his own sentiment.
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As much as he loved and respected the women in his family, the Stravos lord was growing tired of the round and around questions. Danae was smart and he didn't understand why he needed to keep repeating the same things for her to be able to get the concept of why she was learning what she was learning. But he kept his cool, his features a mask of what he was not currently feeling at that moment: complete calm and a twinge of understanding. He himself remembered being frustrated by the subject as a boy and that meant he knew how Danae was feeling in the moment.
That meant that he would be patient with her, whatever the cost and no matter how many times she asked the same question in different ways.
"You're learning it now because philosophy is something that changes as your perception of the world changes around you. Who you are yesterday is not who you are today, right? Your mind will not always think the same and you may have different thoughts and ideals on these passages just a year from now," Keikelius said calmly, still looking down at the book that he and his daughter were sharing. He seemed to graze over a few of ther other passages, thinking about them in complete silence. Many of his answers were somewhat the same as when he was a boy, but many others had changed.
That was simply because his thinking had evolved into different facets and different, more valuable directions.
His daughter's questions of what his own answers might be had him bringing his gaze back up to her face. Keikelius glanced back down at the book and then back up at his daughter, thinking deeply and humming a little to himself. "I would rather hear what answers you can give me right now on the passage that you're struggling on," Keikelius changed the subject, not wanting to get too far into the idea of his childhood. Karkos had never been an overly kind father, and had Danae grown up with him instead of Keikelius, there would have been a lot more screaming and a lot more tears.
Keikelius was glad for the completeness of his own patience, knowing that the children's grandfather had never been so patient and forgiving when it came to questioning. "That is," Keikelius murmured, "Why we are seated here right now. If you can give me an answer that is satisfactory and does not end with the question 'are we done yet' or 'why am I studying this', then we can finish your studies for the day and do something far more constructive than debate the usefulness of your studies."
Honestly, he would have much rather gone to take her sailing or down to the docks to shadow him. However, he did that far too often and the lord was very sure that if he pulled Danae from her studies early just one more time, the princess would be on the war path with his neck on the line within hours. He had no desire for a tense supper or fielding Circenia's irritable taunts across the dinner table later. So they would finish the lesson and then wander into lessons that were, in truth, far more valuable. Not that Keikelius would let Danae know such a thing was his own sentiment.
As much as he loved and respected the women in his family, the Stravos lord was growing tired of the round and around questions. Danae was smart and he didn't understand why he needed to keep repeating the same things for her to be able to get the concept of why she was learning what she was learning. But he kept his cool, his features a mask of what he was not currently feeling at that moment: complete calm and a twinge of understanding. He himself remembered being frustrated by the subject as a boy and that meant he knew how Danae was feeling in the moment.
That meant that he would be patient with her, whatever the cost and no matter how many times she asked the same question in different ways.
"You're learning it now because philosophy is something that changes as your perception of the world changes around you. Who you are yesterday is not who you are today, right? Your mind will not always think the same and you may have different thoughts and ideals on these passages just a year from now," Keikelius said calmly, still looking down at the book that he and his daughter were sharing. He seemed to graze over a few of ther other passages, thinking about them in complete silence. Many of his answers were somewhat the same as when he was a boy, but many others had changed.
That was simply because his thinking had evolved into different facets and different, more valuable directions.
His daughter's questions of what his own answers might be had him bringing his gaze back up to her face. Keikelius glanced back down at the book and then back up at his daughter, thinking deeply and humming a little to himself. "I would rather hear what answers you can give me right now on the passage that you're struggling on," Keikelius changed the subject, not wanting to get too far into the idea of his childhood. Karkos had never been an overly kind father, and had Danae grown up with him instead of Keikelius, there would have been a lot more screaming and a lot more tears.
Keikelius was glad for the completeness of his own patience, knowing that the children's grandfather had never been so patient and forgiving when it came to questioning. "That is," Keikelius murmured, "Why we are seated here right now. If you can give me an answer that is satisfactory and does not end with the question 'are we done yet' or 'why am I studying this', then we can finish your studies for the day and do something far more constructive than debate the usefulness of your studies."
Honestly, he would have much rather gone to take her sailing or down to the docks to shadow him. However, he did that far too often and the lord was very sure that if he pulled Danae from her studies early just one more time, the princess would be on the war path with his neck on the line within hours. He had no desire for a tense supper or fielding Circenia's irritable taunts across the dinner table later. So they would finish the lesson and then wander into lessons that were, in truth, far more valuable. Not that Keikelius would let Danae know such a thing was his own sentiment.
By this point, Danae was over this whole philosophy thing. It just didn’t make any sense to the fourteen-year-old girl and unless the gods came down from Olympus to impart their wisdom on her, that wasn’t going to change in the next few hours. Even though Danae was extraordinarily bright for her age, this subject was just too complex for her. Maybe she might be ready for it on an intellectual level, but she was nowhere near prepared for the emotional aspect of such a challenging course of study. Philosophy was naturally frustrating. It was supposed to make you think and question your own beliefs, but you had to be open to the change. Danae simply wasn’t. She was just a fourteen-year-old girl with her mother’s stubbornness magnified tenfold by the cocktail of teenage hormones in her. Perhaps when she was older and was no longer this angsty child, she would have a better time of it… if she ever dared to pick up this subject again as she was about one question away from wanting to toss the book across the room.
Luckily for her, her father seemed to be on the same page too about wanting this all to be over. Danae had been able to tell that his patience with her had started to wear thin over the course of the conversation. If only to make that more clear, her father had politely told her to cut the bullshit and just answer the question. The young girl groaned internally at the insistence that she had to answer this foolish quandary at all. It didn’t really matter how many times her father tried to impart on her the knowledge that this would be useful later in life, that didn’t mean she was suddenly going to be enlightened now. Not even the promise of putting away the Philosophy and moving onto a different subject would be enough to rid Danae of this sour mood. After this fiasco she didn’t want to pick up another book, she just wanted to go lie down or quite literally do anything else that wasn’t schoolwork. She kind of wished that her father had offered to take her down to the docks instead as she could really do with the chance to clear her head.
However, that didn’t seem to be on the table and Danae truly did want this torture to end. So, instead of continuing her protest about the subject as a whole, she leaned back in her seat and thought about what this foolish passage about happiness and the gods could mean. Being so literal, these words didn’t make sense to her as she knew that you never wanted to say that you were better than the gods. That was just asking for trouble. This Epicurious fellow was playing with fire to even suggest as much -- even if it was meant to be a thought experiment. All the myths and legends that Danae had grown up with had taught her that this wasn’t something that you even wanted to consider if you wanted to stay in the Olympians good graces. Just look at Niobe and Arachne for proof of that! But Keikelius was not going to let this end until Danae gave him some sort of answer that he would be happy with.
Her face twisted somewhat in nervousness when she considered it all as she did agree with her father on a bit of a practical level, but the whole quandary itself toed the line. In order to rectify this intellectual and religious dilemma, Danae quietly changed the name of the question and used a sort of placeholder name as she muttered it to herself, thinking it over one last time. It didn’t matter what the word was, it just noticeably wasn’t Zeus and in that way, Danae felt as if she could set aside her protests to formulate some sort of response that her father would hopefully accept. “You said it pretty well earlier and I have to agree. Having material things could make a man unhappy. Having only want you need and nothing else would likely lead to more satisfaction with life.” Her words were fairly quiet as she thought it over, but it would have been loud enough for her father to hear. Hopefully, this would be enough to satisfy them both for now so they could move onto more interesting things. She glanced up to try to catch her father’s eye and see if this was good enough. She really only could hope that it would be acceptable for now.
However, as the possibility of just putting this book aside to fight over some other subject was not thrilling to Danae. She wanted to take a bit of a break from her studies, at least for a few hours. Her tutor was already gone for the day after all, what would be the harm in completing her individual work at a later hour than she normally would? Of course, Danae had been present to hear more than a few cross words from her mother about doing this sort of thing -- but what she didn’t know wouldn’t kill her right?
Or at least this was Danae’s line of thought when she spoke again, asking for her father to indulge her on this whim to take a break. “Can we go down to the docks for an hour or so? My head hurts so much from this that I don’t think I can properly focus on anything else right now…” Her question trailed off at the end as she realized that her father would probably not want to reward her like this after such a struggle to get just one answer out of her, but a chance to get out of this library for a bit was desperately needed. After all, Danae could be quite a stubborn bull when she was frustrated like this and if she wasn’t given a chance to let go of that anger in a peaceful way, it would surely turn any other discussion into a brutal battleground. Danae did have Circenia’s temper, after all… “I promise I’ll return to my studies before bed.” She also threw in at the last minute, hopefully providing a counter to the most likely argument against this plan as she glanced up at Keikelius, daring to hope that he’d indulge his daughter in this short break.
In all honesty, Danae thought that her father would deny her this chance to leave this stuffy library and have a moment to clear her head. After all, Stravoses were supposed to be as unwieldy as an anchor, able to stand firm amid any tide and weather any storm. Even though this mantra for the family that saw the Athenian throne as their natural birthright was meant for moments of true strife, such a ship being lost and the financial trouble that came with that, Danae assumed that this would also apply to the little things like homework that vexed her brain to the point that the girl could feel a migraine coming on. However, it seemed to be that the soft spot that Danae had in her father’s heart shone through once again. After all, he had always had trouble saying no to the youngest of his children. Even though the fourteen-year-old could only guess what her father’s reasoning was for nodding in assent after a long brief pause, Danae wasn’t going to question it as she happily slammed that wretched book shut and got out of her chair, eager to get going before Kekelius changed his mind.
“You’ll have to finish your studies when we return.” The Stravos patriarch stated, making clear what his terms for this little excursion would be, “And of course, don’t tell your mother.” Danae could have sworn that she saw the lightest twinkle in his eye as she quickly nodded in excitement. She always enjoyed getting to see her father work at the docks and now that it also meant she could get away from this rotten philosophy book for a little bit? What had started out as a terrible day was quickly going to end as a good one and Danae couldn’t wait to get going as she raced out of the library with a happy smile plastered across her face. All thoughts about Epicurious and the gods faded from her mind as they were replaced with the excitement that would come from getting a chance to get out of the house and getting to learn a more practical education. You know, something that Danae would actually use instead of all those stuffy philosophies that meant absolutely nothing to her. Who knows, maybe one day that would change, but now only time would tell…
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By this point, Danae was over this whole philosophy thing. It just didn’t make any sense to the fourteen-year-old girl and unless the gods came down from Olympus to impart their wisdom on her, that wasn’t going to change in the next few hours. Even though Danae was extraordinarily bright for her age, this subject was just too complex for her. Maybe she might be ready for it on an intellectual level, but she was nowhere near prepared for the emotional aspect of such a challenging course of study. Philosophy was naturally frustrating. It was supposed to make you think and question your own beliefs, but you had to be open to the change. Danae simply wasn’t. She was just a fourteen-year-old girl with her mother’s stubbornness magnified tenfold by the cocktail of teenage hormones in her. Perhaps when she was older and was no longer this angsty child, she would have a better time of it… if she ever dared to pick up this subject again as she was about one question away from wanting to toss the book across the room.
Luckily for her, her father seemed to be on the same page too about wanting this all to be over. Danae had been able to tell that his patience with her had started to wear thin over the course of the conversation. If only to make that more clear, her father had politely told her to cut the bullshit and just answer the question. The young girl groaned internally at the insistence that she had to answer this foolish quandary at all. It didn’t really matter how many times her father tried to impart on her the knowledge that this would be useful later in life, that didn’t mean she was suddenly going to be enlightened now. Not even the promise of putting away the Philosophy and moving onto a different subject would be enough to rid Danae of this sour mood. After this fiasco she didn’t want to pick up another book, she just wanted to go lie down or quite literally do anything else that wasn’t schoolwork. She kind of wished that her father had offered to take her down to the docks instead as she could really do with the chance to clear her head.
However, that didn’t seem to be on the table and Danae truly did want this torture to end. So, instead of continuing her protest about the subject as a whole, she leaned back in her seat and thought about what this foolish passage about happiness and the gods could mean. Being so literal, these words didn’t make sense to her as she knew that you never wanted to say that you were better than the gods. That was just asking for trouble. This Epicurious fellow was playing with fire to even suggest as much -- even if it was meant to be a thought experiment. All the myths and legends that Danae had grown up with had taught her that this wasn’t something that you even wanted to consider if you wanted to stay in the Olympians good graces. Just look at Niobe and Arachne for proof of that! But Keikelius was not going to let this end until Danae gave him some sort of answer that he would be happy with.
Her face twisted somewhat in nervousness when she considered it all as she did agree with her father on a bit of a practical level, but the whole quandary itself toed the line. In order to rectify this intellectual and religious dilemma, Danae quietly changed the name of the question and used a sort of placeholder name as she muttered it to herself, thinking it over one last time. It didn’t matter what the word was, it just noticeably wasn’t Zeus and in that way, Danae felt as if she could set aside her protests to formulate some sort of response that her father would hopefully accept. “You said it pretty well earlier and I have to agree. Having material things could make a man unhappy. Having only want you need and nothing else would likely lead to more satisfaction with life.” Her words were fairly quiet as she thought it over, but it would have been loud enough for her father to hear. Hopefully, this would be enough to satisfy them both for now so they could move onto more interesting things. She glanced up to try to catch her father’s eye and see if this was good enough. She really only could hope that it would be acceptable for now.
However, as the possibility of just putting this book aside to fight over some other subject was not thrilling to Danae. She wanted to take a bit of a break from her studies, at least for a few hours. Her tutor was already gone for the day after all, what would be the harm in completing her individual work at a later hour than she normally would? Of course, Danae had been present to hear more than a few cross words from her mother about doing this sort of thing -- but what she didn’t know wouldn’t kill her right?
Or at least this was Danae’s line of thought when she spoke again, asking for her father to indulge her on this whim to take a break. “Can we go down to the docks for an hour or so? My head hurts so much from this that I don’t think I can properly focus on anything else right now…” Her question trailed off at the end as she realized that her father would probably not want to reward her like this after such a struggle to get just one answer out of her, but a chance to get out of this library for a bit was desperately needed. After all, Danae could be quite a stubborn bull when she was frustrated like this and if she wasn’t given a chance to let go of that anger in a peaceful way, it would surely turn any other discussion into a brutal battleground. Danae did have Circenia’s temper, after all… “I promise I’ll return to my studies before bed.” She also threw in at the last minute, hopefully providing a counter to the most likely argument against this plan as she glanced up at Keikelius, daring to hope that he’d indulge his daughter in this short break.
In all honesty, Danae thought that her father would deny her this chance to leave this stuffy library and have a moment to clear her head. After all, Stravoses were supposed to be as unwieldy as an anchor, able to stand firm amid any tide and weather any storm. Even though this mantra for the family that saw the Athenian throne as their natural birthright was meant for moments of true strife, such a ship being lost and the financial trouble that came with that, Danae assumed that this would also apply to the little things like homework that vexed her brain to the point that the girl could feel a migraine coming on. However, it seemed to be that the soft spot that Danae had in her father’s heart shone through once again. After all, he had always had trouble saying no to the youngest of his children. Even though the fourteen-year-old could only guess what her father’s reasoning was for nodding in assent after a long brief pause, Danae wasn’t going to question it as she happily slammed that wretched book shut and got out of her chair, eager to get going before Kekelius changed his mind.
“You’ll have to finish your studies when we return.” The Stravos patriarch stated, making clear what his terms for this little excursion would be, “And of course, don’t tell your mother.” Danae could have sworn that she saw the lightest twinkle in his eye as she quickly nodded in excitement. She always enjoyed getting to see her father work at the docks and now that it also meant she could get away from this rotten philosophy book for a little bit? What had started out as a terrible day was quickly going to end as a good one and Danae couldn’t wait to get going as she raced out of the library with a happy smile plastered across her face. All thoughts about Epicurious and the gods faded from her mind as they were replaced with the excitement that would come from getting a chance to get out of the house and getting to learn a more practical education. You know, something that Danae would actually use instead of all those stuffy philosophies that meant absolutely nothing to her. Who knows, maybe one day that would change, but now only time would tell…
By this point, Danae was over this whole philosophy thing. It just didn’t make any sense to the fourteen-year-old girl and unless the gods came down from Olympus to impart their wisdom on her, that wasn’t going to change in the next few hours. Even though Danae was extraordinarily bright for her age, this subject was just too complex for her. Maybe she might be ready for it on an intellectual level, but she was nowhere near prepared for the emotional aspect of such a challenging course of study. Philosophy was naturally frustrating. It was supposed to make you think and question your own beliefs, but you had to be open to the change. Danae simply wasn’t. She was just a fourteen-year-old girl with her mother’s stubbornness magnified tenfold by the cocktail of teenage hormones in her. Perhaps when she was older and was no longer this angsty child, she would have a better time of it… if she ever dared to pick up this subject again as she was about one question away from wanting to toss the book across the room.
Luckily for her, her father seemed to be on the same page too about wanting this all to be over. Danae had been able to tell that his patience with her had started to wear thin over the course of the conversation. If only to make that more clear, her father had politely told her to cut the bullshit and just answer the question. The young girl groaned internally at the insistence that she had to answer this foolish quandary at all. It didn’t really matter how many times her father tried to impart on her the knowledge that this would be useful later in life, that didn’t mean she was suddenly going to be enlightened now. Not even the promise of putting away the Philosophy and moving onto a different subject would be enough to rid Danae of this sour mood. After this fiasco she didn’t want to pick up another book, she just wanted to go lie down or quite literally do anything else that wasn’t schoolwork. She kind of wished that her father had offered to take her down to the docks instead as she could really do with the chance to clear her head.
However, that didn’t seem to be on the table and Danae truly did want this torture to end. So, instead of continuing her protest about the subject as a whole, she leaned back in her seat and thought about what this foolish passage about happiness and the gods could mean. Being so literal, these words didn’t make sense to her as she knew that you never wanted to say that you were better than the gods. That was just asking for trouble. This Epicurious fellow was playing with fire to even suggest as much -- even if it was meant to be a thought experiment. All the myths and legends that Danae had grown up with had taught her that this wasn’t something that you even wanted to consider if you wanted to stay in the Olympians good graces. Just look at Niobe and Arachne for proof of that! But Keikelius was not going to let this end until Danae gave him some sort of answer that he would be happy with.
Her face twisted somewhat in nervousness when she considered it all as she did agree with her father on a bit of a practical level, but the whole quandary itself toed the line. In order to rectify this intellectual and religious dilemma, Danae quietly changed the name of the question and used a sort of placeholder name as she muttered it to herself, thinking it over one last time. It didn’t matter what the word was, it just noticeably wasn’t Zeus and in that way, Danae felt as if she could set aside her protests to formulate some sort of response that her father would hopefully accept. “You said it pretty well earlier and I have to agree. Having material things could make a man unhappy. Having only want you need and nothing else would likely lead to more satisfaction with life.” Her words were fairly quiet as she thought it over, but it would have been loud enough for her father to hear. Hopefully, this would be enough to satisfy them both for now so they could move onto more interesting things. She glanced up to try to catch her father’s eye and see if this was good enough. She really only could hope that it would be acceptable for now.
However, as the possibility of just putting this book aside to fight over some other subject was not thrilling to Danae. She wanted to take a bit of a break from her studies, at least for a few hours. Her tutor was already gone for the day after all, what would be the harm in completing her individual work at a later hour than she normally would? Of course, Danae had been present to hear more than a few cross words from her mother about doing this sort of thing -- but what she didn’t know wouldn’t kill her right?
Or at least this was Danae’s line of thought when she spoke again, asking for her father to indulge her on this whim to take a break. “Can we go down to the docks for an hour or so? My head hurts so much from this that I don’t think I can properly focus on anything else right now…” Her question trailed off at the end as she realized that her father would probably not want to reward her like this after such a struggle to get just one answer out of her, but a chance to get out of this library for a bit was desperately needed. After all, Danae could be quite a stubborn bull when she was frustrated like this and if she wasn’t given a chance to let go of that anger in a peaceful way, it would surely turn any other discussion into a brutal battleground. Danae did have Circenia’s temper, after all… “I promise I’ll return to my studies before bed.” She also threw in at the last minute, hopefully providing a counter to the most likely argument against this plan as she glanced up at Keikelius, daring to hope that he’d indulge his daughter in this short break.
In all honesty, Danae thought that her father would deny her this chance to leave this stuffy library and have a moment to clear her head. After all, Stravoses were supposed to be as unwieldy as an anchor, able to stand firm amid any tide and weather any storm. Even though this mantra for the family that saw the Athenian throne as their natural birthright was meant for moments of true strife, such a ship being lost and the financial trouble that came with that, Danae assumed that this would also apply to the little things like homework that vexed her brain to the point that the girl could feel a migraine coming on. However, it seemed to be that the soft spot that Danae had in her father’s heart shone through once again. After all, he had always had trouble saying no to the youngest of his children. Even though the fourteen-year-old could only guess what her father’s reasoning was for nodding in assent after a long brief pause, Danae wasn’t going to question it as she happily slammed that wretched book shut and got out of her chair, eager to get going before Kekelius changed his mind.
“You’ll have to finish your studies when we return.” The Stravos patriarch stated, making clear what his terms for this little excursion would be, “And of course, don’t tell your mother.” Danae could have sworn that she saw the lightest twinkle in his eye as she quickly nodded in excitement. She always enjoyed getting to see her father work at the docks and now that it also meant she could get away from this rotten philosophy book for a little bit? What had started out as a terrible day was quickly going to end as a good one and Danae couldn’t wait to get going as she raced out of the library with a happy smile plastered across her face. All thoughts about Epicurious and the gods faded from her mind as they were replaced with the excitement that would come from getting a chance to get out of the house and getting to learn a more practical education. You know, something that Danae would actually use instead of all those stuffy philosophies that meant absolutely nothing to her. Who knows, maybe one day that would change, but now only time would tell…