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After the sailing events, there were only a few days before the Senate convened to give their final decision on her father's suggested edict - a few days in which Emilia had to be very careful so as to not step out of line, or do anything that would put their family name in an even greater precarious position.
That was easier said then done however.
She had never been much of a classic younger child. While she enjoyed the luxuries and wealth her position as princess provided her, Emilia was by no means a brat. She had took and learned well from her sister's compassionate ways and her father's fair manner in looking at all matters. Kind and good hearted by nature, Emilia was well loved by the Athenians despite being the youngest.
However, she was still a young child at heart.
If there was one thing Emilia destested, it was the study for the sake of studying. She never understood scholars or philosophers, and had outright balked against attending the scholeio in Athenia when her father had suggested such a thing. Instead, her two guardians had seen to hiring tutors for the young princess. Ranging from those that taught her etiquette and deportment, to those that would give her basic lessons on economic actions and policies... but there was none she hated more then being given a lesson on philosophy.
Why would she want to argue the very existence of mankind? Like... why would one want to think about thought? The very idea was laughable in her head. And while Emilia was no wildchild... she did try her best to get out of her philosophy lessons. Not that the tutor was any worst - the Nikolaos house has long had connections with her family, and Linos was perhaps one that excelled at his area of expertise.
Emilia however, simply taught him cute. And therein was the only reason why she hadn't just declared to Persephone that she gave up on the subject entirely. Oh she tried, really. She would scrunch up her nose, read the same line on the scroll again and again... and again, and again, and again. To no change. None of it seemed to make sense to her, at all. And as she lay there, chin on her table, her hands laid atop her teal-colored chiton with her brunette curls splayed around her, Emilia's eyes reflected the boredom she currently felt, half-closed as they were. The heat of the afternoon sun made it even harder to stay awake, and cute as she found Linos, the princess was finding it harder and harder to concentrate.
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After the sailing events, there were only a few days before the Senate convened to give their final decision on her father's suggested edict - a few days in which Emilia had to be very careful so as to not step out of line, or do anything that would put their family name in an even greater precarious position.
That was easier said then done however.
She had never been much of a classic younger child. While she enjoyed the luxuries and wealth her position as princess provided her, Emilia was by no means a brat. She had took and learned well from her sister's compassionate ways and her father's fair manner in looking at all matters. Kind and good hearted by nature, Emilia was well loved by the Athenians despite being the youngest.
However, she was still a young child at heart.
If there was one thing Emilia destested, it was the study for the sake of studying. She never understood scholars or philosophers, and had outright balked against attending the scholeio in Athenia when her father had suggested such a thing. Instead, her two guardians had seen to hiring tutors for the young princess. Ranging from those that taught her etiquette and deportment, to those that would give her basic lessons on economic actions and policies... but there was none she hated more then being given a lesson on philosophy.
Why would she want to argue the very existence of mankind? Like... why would one want to think about thought? The very idea was laughable in her head. And while Emilia was no wildchild... she did try her best to get out of her philosophy lessons. Not that the tutor was any worst - the Nikolaos house has long had connections with her family, and Linos was perhaps one that excelled at his area of expertise.
Emilia however, simply taught him cute. And therein was the only reason why she hadn't just declared to Persephone that she gave up on the subject entirely. Oh she tried, really. She would scrunch up her nose, read the same line on the scroll again and again... and again, and again, and again. To no change. None of it seemed to make sense to her, at all. And as she lay there, chin on her table, her hands laid atop her teal-colored chiton with her brunette curls splayed around her, Emilia's eyes reflected the boredom she currently felt, half-closed as they were. The heat of the afternoon sun made it even harder to stay awake, and cute as she found Linos, the princess was finding it harder and harder to concentrate.
After the sailing events, there were only a few days before the Senate convened to give their final decision on her father's suggested edict - a few days in which Emilia had to be very careful so as to not step out of line, or do anything that would put their family name in an even greater precarious position.
That was easier said then done however.
She had never been much of a classic younger child. While she enjoyed the luxuries and wealth her position as princess provided her, Emilia was by no means a brat. She had took and learned well from her sister's compassionate ways and her father's fair manner in looking at all matters. Kind and good hearted by nature, Emilia was well loved by the Athenians despite being the youngest.
However, she was still a young child at heart.
If there was one thing Emilia destested, it was the study for the sake of studying. She never understood scholars or philosophers, and had outright balked against attending the scholeio in Athenia when her father had suggested such a thing. Instead, her two guardians had seen to hiring tutors for the young princess. Ranging from those that taught her etiquette and deportment, to those that would give her basic lessons on economic actions and policies... but there was none she hated more then being given a lesson on philosophy.
Why would she want to argue the very existence of mankind? Like... why would one want to think about thought? The very idea was laughable in her head. And while Emilia was no wildchild... she did try her best to get out of her philosophy lessons. Not that the tutor was any worst - the Nikolaos house has long had connections with her family, and Linos was perhaps one that excelled at his area of expertise.
Emilia however, simply taught him cute. And therein was the only reason why she hadn't just declared to Persephone that she gave up on the subject entirely. Oh she tried, really. She would scrunch up her nose, read the same line on the scroll again and again... and again, and again, and again. To no change. None of it seemed to make sense to her, at all. And as she lay there, chin on her table, her hands laid atop her teal-colored chiton with her brunette curls splayed around her, Emilia's eyes reflected the boredom she currently felt, half-closed as they were. The heat of the afternoon sun made it even harder to stay awake, and cute as she found Linos, the princess was finding it harder and harder to concentrate.
It was one of Linos’s greatest passions to teach others. While gathering of knowledge was always thrilling, passing it into others was an even greater and more meaningful practice. When others learned, they could come forward with their own ideas, expanding knowledge for everyone. After all, it was impossible for one man to know everything in such a short lifespan. Especially since knowledge seemed almost endless in its fruits. As generations passed scrolls and tomes down the line, Linos was certain that people would learn things that he could never imagine.
Thus, when he was offered to tutor Princess Emilia, he enthusiastically accepted. He was always so fortunate to have belonged to such an influential family that he was able to even be considered for such a position. He often thought about how he wouldn’t have been able to study as freely or passionately as he wanted if he was born of lower status. In fact, it made him feel quite sad that it was much more difficult for those born into less fortunate circumstances than himself to learn about whatever they desired. This, he made it his sole goal to obtain and pass on knowledge among the wealthy, poor, and even royal. Everyone was a student or a teacher to him.
So, here he was on a warm after noon, reciting a scroll he memorized as he had given it to his student to read along. He was very caught up in the details and messages of the scroll, that as he recited he was lost in his mind for a few moments. However, when he came to a pause and back to reality, he noticed Emilia had lacked interest in the subject. And well, she also looked quite bored. This didn’t sit well with Linos. Learning was supposed exciting, passionate. Garnering new ideas was to feel as thrilling as falling in love... Well, not that Linos knew what it meant to fall in or be in love... But that didn’t matter. From how other described love, to him, it sounded how he felt towards the conception of new ideas. It was brilliant. He couldn’t have his student missing out on such a feeling. Even if she wasn’t able to fully share in his excitement and ideals, she could at least have a taste of it.
Thus, Linos wracked his brain on how to address such a situation. He gave her a warm smile, pulling a chair to sit at the other side of her table facing her. He cleared his throat to gain her attention, ”Your highness, does this lesson bore you?”
He then pulled the scroll away from her, tucking it away. The lesson was on simple argument structure, how ideas were formed, and the metaphysical properties ideas may or may not have. However, if she wasn’t going o listen, what good was it to have her read it? He needed to get to the root of the problem. Linos smiled softly again, ”Maybe we can return to this lesson after we talk about what’s wrong?”
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It was one of Linos’s greatest passions to teach others. While gathering of knowledge was always thrilling, passing it into others was an even greater and more meaningful practice. When others learned, they could come forward with their own ideas, expanding knowledge for everyone. After all, it was impossible for one man to know everything in such a short lifespan. Especially since knowledge seemed almost endless in its fruits. As generations passed scrolls and tomes down the line, Linos was certain that people would learn things that he could never imagine.
Thus, when he was offered to tutor Princess Emilia, he enthusiastically accepted. He was always so fortunate to have belonged to such an influential family that he was able to even be considered for such a position. He often thought about how he wouldn’t have been able to study as freely or passionately as he wanted if he was born of lower status. In fact, it made him feel quite sad that it was much more difficult for those born into less fortunate circumstances than himself to learn about whatever they desired. This, he made it his sole goal to obtain and pass on knowledge among the wealthy, poor, and even royal. Everyone was a student or a teacher to him.
So, here he was on a warm after noon, reciting a scroll he memorized as he had given it to his student to read along. He was very caught up in the details and messages of the scroll, that as he recited he was lost in his mind for a few moments. However, when he came to a pause and back to reality, he noticed Emilia had lacked interest in the subject. And well, she also looked quite bored. This didn’t sit well with Linos. Learning was supposed exciting, passionate. Garnering new ideas was to feel as thrilling as falling in love... Well, not that Linos knew what it meant to fall in or be in love... But that didn’t matter. From how other described love, to him, it sounded how he felt towards the conception of new ideas. It was brilliant. He couldn’t have his student missing out on such a feeling. Even if she wasn’t able to fully share in his excitement and ideals, she could at least have a taste of it.
Thus, Linos wracked his brain on how to address such a situation. He gave her a warm smile, pulling a chair to sit at the other side of her table facing her. He cleared his throat to gain her attention, ”Your highness, does this lesson bore you?”
He then pulled the scroll away from her, tucking it away. The lesson was on simple argument structure, how ideas were formed, and the metaphysical properties ideas may or may not have. However, if she wasn’t going o listen, what good was it to have her read it? He needed to get to the root of the problem. Linos smiled softly again, ”Maybe we can return to this lesson after we talk about what’s wrong?”
It was one of Linos’s greatest passions to teach others. While gathering of knowledge was always thrilling, passing it into others was an even greater and more meaningful practice. When others learned, they could come forward with their own ideas, expanding knowledge for everyone. After all, it was impossible for one man to know everything in such a short lifespan. Especially since knowledge seemed almost endless in its fruits. As generations passed scrolls and tomes down the line, Linos was certain that people would learn things that he could never imagine.
Thus, when he was offered to tutor Princess Emilia, he enthusiastically accepted. He was always so fortunate to have belonged to such an influential family that he was able to even be considered for such a position. He often thought about how he wouldn’t have been able to study as freely or passionately as he wanted if he was born of lower status. In fact, it made him feel quite sad that it was much more difficult for those born into less fortunate circumstances than himself to learn about whatever they desired. This, he made it his sole goal to obtain and pass on knowledge among the wealthy, poor, and even royal. Everyone was a student or a teacher to him.
So, here he was on a warm after noon, reciting a scroll he memorized as he had given it to his student to read along. He was very caught up in the details and messages of the scroll, that as he recited he was lost in his mind for a few moments. However, when he came to a pause and back to reality, he noticed Emilia had lacked interest in the subject. And well, she also looked quite bored. This didn’t sit well with Linos. Learning was supposed exciting, passionate. Garnering new ideas was to feel as thrilling as falling in love... Well, not that Linos knew what it meant to fall in or be in love... But that didn’t matter. From how other described love, to him, it sounded how he felt towards the conception of new ideas. It was brilliant. He couldn’t have his student missing out on such a feeling. Even if she wasn’t able to fully share in his excitement and ideals, she could at least have a taste of it.
Thus, Linos wracked his brain on how to address such a situation. He gave her a warm smile, pulling a chair to sit at the other side of her table facing her. He cleared his throat to gain her attention, ”Your highness, does this lesson bore you?”
He then pulled the scroll away from her, tucking it away. The lesson was on simple argument structure, how ideas were formed, and the metaphysical properties ideas may or may not have. However, if she wasn’t going o listen, what good was it to have her read it? He needed to get to the root of the problem. Linos smiled softly again, ”Maybe we can return to this lesson after we talk about what’s wrong?”
Her tutor meant well, that much Emilia knew. In her few years of being taught by the youngest Nikolaos brother, Emilia had seen him be nothing but patient and kind to her - and that only made her acting up even worst, and made her feel bad. The princess was not intentionally being a bad student, really! She was an empathetic creature of the heart, and she felt bad each time... but one could not control it when one yawned in the heat of the midday sun!
How could he recite something from memory that way? Emilia enjoyed reading her lighter pieces that were of plays and stories - certainly not a stuffy piece of messages on how ideas were formed and what properties ideas would have. What did that even mean anyway? People had idea's in their minds... and that was what they were - simply ideas! How could that mean any different?
By the time Linos looked back, Emilia's eyes had lolled to a close three quarters of the way. It wasn't till he started pulling a chair, the sound of wood scraping on floor, did the princess startle awake, and then immediately looked abashed when she noticed her tutor's eyes on her, knowing as they were intelligent, his question make the young sixteen year old fumble for words. How was she supposed to answer? "Well... not exactly." she dragged out at first, sheepishly looking at Linos as he pulled the scroll away. "It's just..."
His soft smile only made her feel worst. Really, how could one be so patient! Persephone would often give her a reprimand when she saw her sister sleeping off in class - and yet here he was being exceedingly nice to her. Way to make a young girl feel worst.
"Nothing is wrong Sir Linos. I just..." Well, honesty would go a longer way, wouldn't it? "I don't see a point in all of this." Emilia finally blurted out, her hand gesturing in the general direction of the mound of scrolls and parchment they had been working through. "What is there to study on people's thoughts? Why are we wasting time to think of people's thoughts? Isn't it ironic? I just... don't see how this is supposed to help me in being a good princess to Athenia, and in assisting Persephone."
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Her tutor meant well, that much Emilia knew. In her few years of being taught by the youngest Nikolaos brother, Emilia had seen him be nothing but patient and kind to her - and that only made her acting up even worst, and made her feel bad. The princess was not intentionally being a bad student, really! She was an empathetic creature of the heart, and she felt bad each time... but one could not control it when one yawned in the heat of the midday sun!
How could he recite something from memory that way? Emilia enjoyed reading her lighter pieces that were of plays and stories - certainly not a stuffy piece of messages on how ideas were formed and what properties ideas would have. What did that even mean anyway? People had idea's in their minds... and that was what they were - simply ideas! How could that mean any different?
By the time Linos looked back, Emilia's eyes had lolled to a close three quarters of the way. It wasn't till he started pulling a chair, the sound of wood scraping on floor, did the princess startle awake, and then immediately looked abashed when she noticed her tutor's eyes on her, knowing as they were intelligent, his question make the young sixteen year old fumble for words. How was she supposed to answer? "Well... not exactly." she dragged out at first, sheepishly looking at Linos as he pulled the scroll away. "It's just..."
His soft smile only made her feel worst. Really, how could one be so patient! Persephone would often give her a reprimand when she saw her sister sleeping off in class - and yet here he was being exceedingly nice to her. Way to make a young girl feel worst.
"Nothing is wrong Sir Linos. I just..." Well, honesty would go a longer way, wouldn't it? "I don't see a point in all of this." Emilia finally blurted out, her hand gesturing in the general direction of the mound of scrolls and parchment they had been working through. "What is there to study on people's thoughts? Why are we wasting time to think of people's thoughts? Isn't it ironic? I just... don't see how this is supposed to help me in being a good princess to Athenia, and in assisting Persephone."
Her tutor meant well, that much Emilia knew. In her few years of being taught by the youngest Nikolaos brother, Emilia had seen him be nothing but patient and kind to her - and that only made her acting up even worst, and made her feel bad. The princess was not intentionally being a bad student, really! She was an empathetic creature of the heart, and she felt bad each time... but one could not control it when one yawned in the heat of the midday sun!
How could he recite something from memory that way? Emilia enjoyed reading her lighter pieces that were of plays and stories - certainly not a stuffy piece of messages on how ideas were formed and what properties ideas would have. What did that even mean anyway? People had idea's in their minds... and that was what they were - simply ideas! How could that mean any different?
By the time Linos looked back, Emilia's eyes had lolled to a close three quarters of the way. It wasn't till he started pulling a chair, the sound of wood scraping on floor, did the princess startle awake, and then immediately looked abashed when she noticed her tutor's eyes on her, knowing as they were intelligent, his question make the young sixteen year old fumble for words. How was she supposed to answer? "Well... not exactly." she dragged out at first, sheepishly looking at Linos as he pulled the scroll away. "It's just..."
His soft smile only made her feel worst. Really, how could one be so patient! Persephone would often give her a reprimand when she saw her sister sleeping off in class - and yet here he was being exceedingly nice to her. Way to make a young girl feel worst.
"Nothing is wrong Sir Linos. I just..." Well, honesty would go a longer way, wouldn't it? "I don't see a point in all of this." Emilia finally blurted out, her hand gesturing in the general direction of the mound of scrolls and parchment they had been working through. "What is there to study on people's thoughts? Why are we wasting time to think of people's thoughts? Isn't it ironic? I just... don't see how this is supposed to help me in being a good princess to Athenia, and in assisting Persephone."
Linos patiently listened to her admit her grievances with the subject he was teaching her. He only nodded as she spoke, taking in every question and concern she addressed. As she finished, a wide grin swept over his face. He leaned back slightly, thoughts spinning a web in his head. He then inhaled softly before speaking, "With questions like those, you are more than competent enough to answer them yourself."
He was very impressed with the young lady and it showed on his face. Linos quickly sat up, "However, since I am your tutor, I shouldn't speak in riddles." He then sat in silence, calmly thinking. His mind was wrapped in thought. So many things he wished to tell her, yet he needed to choose his words with care.
"These studies are crucial." He gradually changed from leaning a little back to sitting up, looking at her with his soft, patient eyes. "You have other tutors, correct? They teach you etiquette and language, yes?" His eyes then wandered to the window as he paused, giving her a moment to think. "Has the thought ever crossed your mind that what they are teaching you is incorrect? That it is all just a farce? That they are liars?" Linos paused again, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes, still smiling warmly, "Not that I'm implying that they are... However, with a status such as yours, it would be easy to trick you into believing pretense. You must be careful."
It was then that he looked at her completely once more. He knit his brow and his smile faded into a more serious frown, "There are those in this world that would like to use you. Hurt you and those around you. They will lie to you. They will attempt to trick you. Not everyone is kind like you and me."
Linos exhaled. The true seriousness of what he was discussing was already exhausting him. He preferred theory, but she did ask why all this pertained to her. It was important that she knew. "Philosophy is about skepticism. We are skeptics by nature. We question everything around us. We don't believe anything without reason." He paused, allowing her to take in what he was saying. He wanted her to let it all sink in before he continued. Once half a minute passed he continued, in a softer tone, "I'm here to teach you how to question things and how to be skeptical. I want you to be prepared for all the lies and deceit this world has to offer. While you may not be exactly trying your hand at metaphysics in the future, doing this now will help you learn the skills needed to question information that is laid before you. By learning argument structure and of fallacies, you are essentially learning how people may try to trick you or manipulate you. If you know these things, you can avoid great tragedy in the future."
Linos exhaled, calming down from such a serious conversation. He preferred to keep things light and floaty. Yet, there were many times he had to be serious in his life. These moments took a toll on him mentally, but he knew it needed to be done. It was imperative that she knew exactly why she was taking these lessons. His warm and patient smile slowly returned as his face relaxed and his eyes became soft once more. "I know that was a lot to take in. My condolences, your highness. Do you have any questions?"
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Linos patiently listened to her admit her grievances with the subject he was teaching her. He only nodded as she spoke, taking in every question and concern she addressed. As she finished, a wide grin swept over his face. He leaned back slightly, thoughts spinning a web in his head. He then inhaled softly before speaking, "With questions like those, you are more than competent enough to answer them yourself."
He was very impressed with the young lady and it showed on his face. Linos quickly sat up, "However, since I am your tutor, I shouldn't speak in riddles." He then sat in silence, calmly thinking. His mind was wrapped in thought. So many things he wished to tell her, yet he needed to choose his words with care.
"These studies are crucial." He gradually changed from leaning a little back to sitting up, looking at her with his soft, patient eyes. "You have other tutors, correct? They teach you etiquette and language, yes?" His eyes then wandered to the window as he paused, giving her a moment to think. "Has the thought ever crossed your mind that what they are teaching you is incorrect? That it is all just a farce? That they are liars?" Linos paused again, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes, still smiling warmly, "Not that I'm implying that they are... However, with a status such as yours, it would be easy to trick you into believing pretense. You must be careful."
It was then that he looked at her completely once more. He knit his brow and his smile faded into a more serious frown, "There are those in this world that would like to use you. Hurt you and those around you. They will lie to you. They will attempt to trick you. Not everyone is kind like you and me."
Linos exhaled. The true seriousness of what he was discussing was already exhausting him. He preferred theory, but she did ask why all this pertained to her. It was important that she knew. "Philosophy is about skepticism. We are skeptics by nature. We question everything around us. We don't believe anything without reason." He paused, allowing her to take in what he was saying. He wanted her to let it all sink in before he continued. Once half a minute passed he continued, in a softer tone, "I'm here to teach you how to question things and how to be skeptical. I want you to be prepared for all the lies and deceit this world has to offer. While you may not be exactly trying your hand at metaphysics in the future, doing this now will help you learn the skills needed to question information that is laid before you. By learning argument structure and of fallacies, you are essentially learning how people may try to trick you or manipulate you. If you know these things, you can avoid great tragedy in the future."
Linos exhaled, calming down from such a serious conversation. He preferred to keep things light and floaty. Yet, there were many times he had to be serious in his life. These moments took a toll on him mentally, but he knew it needed to be done. It was imperative that she knew exactly why she was taking these lessons. His warm and patient smile slowly returned as his face relaxed and his eyes became soft once more. "I know that was a lot to take in. My condolences, your highness. Do you have any questions?"
Linos patiently listened to her admit her grievances with the subject he was teaching her. He only nodded as she spoke, taking in every question and concern she addressed. As she finished, a wide grin swept over his face. He leaned back slightly, thoughts spinning a web in his head. He then inhaled softly before speaking, "With questions like those, you are more than competent enough to answer them yourself."
He was very impressed with the young lady and it showed on his face. Linos quickly sat up, "However, since I am your tutor, I shouldn't speak in riddles." He then sat in silence, calmly thinking. His mind was wrapped in thought. So many things he wished to tell her, yet he needed to choose his words with care.
"These studies are crucial." He gradually changed from leaning a little back to sitting up, looking at her with his soft, patient eyes. "You have other tutors, correct? They teach you etiquette and language, yes?" His eyes then wandered to the window as he paused, giving her a moment to think. "Has the thought ever crossed your mind that what they are teaching you is incorrect? That it is all just a farce? That they are liars?" Linos paused again, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes, still smiling warmly, "Not that I'm implying that they are... However, with a status such as yours, it would be easy to trick you into believing pretense. You must be careful."
It was then that he looked at her completely once more. He knit his brow and his smile faded into a more serious frown, "There are those in this world that would like to use you. Hurt you and those around you. They will lie to you. They will attempt to trick you. Not everyone is kind like you and me."
Linos exhaled. The true seriousness of what he was discussing was already exhausting him. He preferred theory, but she did ask why all this pertained to her. It was important that she knew. "Philosophy is about skepticism. We are skeptics by nature. We question everything around us. We don't believe anything without reason." He paused, allowing her to take in what he was saying. He wanted her to let it all sink in before he continued. Once half a minute passed he continued, in a softer tone, "I'm here to teach you how to question things and how to be skeptical. I want you to be prepared for all the lies and deceit this world has to offer. While you may not be exactly trying your hand at metaphysics in the future, doing this now will help you learn the skills needed to question information that is laid before you. By learning argument structure and of fallacies, you are essentially learning how people may try to trick you or manipulate you. If you know these things, you can avoid great tragedy in the future."
Linos exhaled, calming down from such a serious conversation. He preferred to keep things light and floaty. Yet, there were many times he had to be serious in his life. These moments took a toll on him mentally, but he knew it needed to be done. It was imperative that she knew exactly why she was taking these lessons. His warm and patient smile slowly returned as his face relaxed and his eyes became soft once more. "I know that was a lot to take in. My condolences, your highness. Do you have any questions?"
Her tutor had always been impossibly patient. Had he been a stodgy old codger like Sir Tempos, or even a boring old drone like Mistress Giani who taught her etiquette, Emilia would feel a little more justified in being a horrible student under his tutelage. For his patience, Emilia wanted to be that bright student he could be proud of. Yet the young princess could not amend her base nature and complete and utter dislike for remaining in the school room - not when the world outside was a lot more interesting.
Emilia's mouth formed a worried line as he spoke in a patient tone. The young brunette found herself unable to meet his soft eyes, nodding as he asked the questions that required an answer, yet never once voicing out. At is query, a surprised look entered the princess's honeyed gaze. A lie? How could it be when she's seen etiquette the way Mistress Giani taught her? How else can it be other then always wait for an introduction, and never walk before her sister in a formal annoucement? Nor must she ever be seen in a private place with no companion, alone with a male figure. That was absolutely preposterous.
She doubted Persephone would hire anyone but the best for her, and Linos said as much when he continued, yet that doubt was planted in her mind as she listened quietly. There were truth in the words of her tutors, in that Emilia could not deny. But did that mean he wanted her to be a skeptic one then? Emilia was known for her kindness and generosity, her belief in everyone else unwavering in knowing that there would always be kindness in the world. She always believed someone, gave them the benefit of the doubt.
But... was Linos implying otherwise?
The idea that she'd have to face lies and deceit worried her... Emilia's faith in humanity was already wavering at its foundations as she learned more about her sister's battles with the Senate regarding her father's bill to allow Persephone to inherit. It disturbed her very belief in life that everyone had some good in them somewhere. As he finished, a firm, worried knot had fully formed on her brows.
Emilia bit her lip, and then asked tentatively, her hands on her lap now worrying at the other. "Do you mean, sir, that I... should not believe just about everyone?"Being brought up as a princess meant that everyone sought to get in her good books... yet from recent occurrences, Emilia was inclined to believe the tutor. She's had enough bad experiences with men to somewhat think that way anyway. Uncertain eyes flicked to Linos, her voice slow and soft. "How can you tell without being... or rather, without coming across as being doubtful of the other, then? For I would think coming across as suspicious would merely be an unfair treatment of the other, without any base proof."
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Her tutor had always been impossibly patient. Had he been a stodgy old codger like Sir Tempos, or even a boring old drone like Mistress Giani who taught her etiquette, Emilia would feel a little more justified in being a horrible student under his tutelage. For his patience, Emilia wanted to be that bright student he could be proud of. Yet the young princess could not amend her base nature and complete and utter dislike for remaining in the school room - not when the world outside was a lot more interesting.
Emilia's mouth formed a worried line as he spoke in a patient tone. The young brunette found herself unable to meet his soft eyes, nodding as he asked the questions that required an answer, yet never once voicing out. At is query, a surprised look entered the princess's honeyed gaze. A lie? How could it be when she's seen etiquette the way Mistress Giani taught her? How else can it be other then always wait for an introduction, and never walk before her sister in a formal annoucement? Nor must she ever be seen in a private place with no companion, alone with a male figure. That was absolutely preposterous.
She doubted Persephone would hire anyone but the best for her, and Linos said as much when he continued, yet that doubt was planted in her mind as she listened quietly. There were truth in the words of her tutors, in that Emilia could not deny. But did that mean he wanted her to be a skeptic one then? Emilia was known for her kindness and generosity, her belief in everyone else unwavering in knowing that there would always be kindness in the world. She always believed someone, gave them the benefit of the doubt.
But... was Linos implying otherwise?
The idea that she'd have to face lies and deceit worried her... Emilia's faith in humanity was already wavering at its foundations as she learned more about her sister's battles with the Senate regarding her father's bill to allow Persephone to inherit. It disturbed her very belief in life that everyone had some good in them somewhere. As he finished, a firm, worried knot had fully formed on her brows.
Emilia bit her lip, and then asked tentatively, her hands on her lap now worrying at the other. "Do you mean, sir, that I... should not believe just about everyone?"Being brought up as a princess meant that everyone sought to get in her good books... yet from recent occurrences, Emilia was inclined to believe the tutor. She's had enough bad experiences with men to somewhat think that way anyway. Uncertain eyes flicked to Linos, her voice slow and soft. "How can you tell without being... or rather, without coming across as being doubtful of the other, then? For I would think coming across as suspicious would merely be an unfair treatment of the other, without any base proof."
Her tutor had always been impossibly patient. Had he been a stodgy old codger like Sir Tempos, or even a boring old drone like Mistress Giani who taught her etiquette, Emilia would feel a little more justified in being a horrible student under his tutelage. For his patience, Emilia wanted to be that bright student he could be proud of. Yet the young princess could not amend her base nature and complete and utter dislike for remaining in the school room - not when the world outside was a lot more interesting.
Emilia's mouth formed a worried line as he spoke in a patient tone. The young brunette found herself unable to meet his soft eyes, nodding as he asked the questions that required an answer, yet never once voicing out. At is query, a surprised look entered the princess's honeyed gaze. A lie? How could it be when she's seen etiquette the way Mistress Giani taught her? How else can it be other then always wait for an introduction, and never walk before her sister in a formal annoucement? Nor must she ever be seen in a private place with no companion, alone with a male figure. That was absolutely preposterous.
She doubted Persephone would hire anyone but the best for her, and Linos said as much when he continued, yet that doubt was planted in her mind as she listened quietly. There were truth in the words of her tutors, in that Emilia could not deny. But did that mean he wanted her to be a skeptic one then? Emilia was known for her kindness and generosity, her belief in everyone else unwavering in knowing that there would always be kindness in the world. She always believed someone, gave them the benefit of the doubt.
But... was Linos implying otherwise?
The idea that she'd have to face lies and deceit worried her... Emilia's faith in humanity was already wavering at its foundations as she learned more about her sister's battles with the Senate regarding her father's bill to allow Persephone to inherit. It disturbed her very belief in life that everyone had some good in them somewhere. As he finished, a firm, worried knot had fully formed on her brows.
Emilia bit her lip, and then asked tentatively, her hands on her lap now worrying at the other. "Do you mean, sir, that I... should not believe just about everyone?"Being brought up as a princess meant that everyone sought to get in her good books... yet from recent occurrences, Emilia was inclined to believe the tutor. She's had enough bad experiences with men to somewhat think that way anyway. Uncertain eyes flicked to Linos, her voice slow and soft. "How can you tell without being... or rather, without coming across as being doubtful of the other, then? For I would think coming across as suspicious would merely be an unfair treatment of the other, without any base proof."
Linos patiently listened to the princess's concerns. They were valid. Of course one wouldn't want to be suspicious of every person they ever meet. That would make the world very difficult to live in. The man nodded, "All great questions..." They then leaned a bit back, a dreamy, pensive look upon his face. He was genuinely excited. He was finally getting somewhere with her! Asking well formed, interesting questions was the main part of philosophy. He gave her a gentle smile, "And I'm happy to see you being skeptical of what I was saying."
Looking toward the window again, Linos watched some birds fly across the horizon as he thought of how to respond. "However, answering questions such as those are very difficult. Allow me to think for a second." He in now way wanted the princess to think he was ignoring her as he thought carefully. He felt that what he said might impact her more than he originally thought this conversation would. It was bittersweet. While he wanted to enlighten and impact the princess, he also knew that it could end up all haywire if he didn't choose his words and thoughts with precision and care. Having such an important role was both exciting, but uncomfortable for Linos. He took his position as a tutor extremely seriously and would even plan for hours how to teach a lesson. However, this was unexpected, off the books. It caught him off guard. However, he had the resolve to overcome this and hopefully leave Emilia a bit more knowledgeable than she was before this lesson.
Finally having a somewhat solid answer in his head, Linos looked back at her and with a sheepish smile said, "Well, of course you don't wish to doubt others before hearing what they have to say. It's very important to hear the thoughts of others. I don't mean to be suspicious of others. What I mean is that when somebody says something to you, you shouldn't absolutely guarantee that they are speaking the truth. You should always be slightly skeptical of what somebody is telling you." He paused, thinking of how to go on. He hoped this would also give the princess time to think of what he was saying.
"It depends. If somebody is willing to listen to an argument you make and is willing to give you logical counterpoints, then it is usually alright to not be suspicious of them. This is because they are providing you with reasons to believe them." He gave a gentle smile, feeling more confident with what he was saying. "You shouldn't believe anyone who refuses to give you reasons. And, you should really think about the reasons they give you. Some people make up reasons as they are speaking. However, if you remember, we spoke of fallacies before and usually they will end up tripping over themselves if you ask key questions and can recognize fallacious arguments and reasons."
Sighing wistfully, Linos closed his hazel eyes, "Unfortunately, this isn't fool proof. However, it will help a lot more than you probably think it will." He opened his eyes again, looking at his student. He hoped that she was able to absorb everything he was talking about. However, this was the most philosophical he's ever gotten her to be. He couldn't allow the moment to just pass. "However, instead of hearing me go on and on, I'd rather hear your thoughts on the matter. Do you think we should be skeptical of others? Why or why not?"
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Linos patiently listened to the princess's concerns. They were valid. Of course one wouldn't want to be suspicious of every person they ever meet. That would make the world very difficult to live in. The man nodded, "All great questions..." They then leaned a bit back, a dreamy, pensive look upon his face. He was genuinely excited. He was finally getting somewhere with her! Asking well formed, interesting questions was the main part of philosophy. He gave her a gentle smile, "And I'm happy to see you being skeptical of what I was saying."
Looking toward the window again, Linos watched some birds fly across the horizon as he thought of how to respond. "However, answering questions such as those are very difficult. Allow me to think for a second." He in now way wanted the princess to think he was ignoring her as he thought carefully. He felt that what he said might impact her more than he originally thought this conversation would. It was bittersweet. While he wanted to enlighten and impact the princess, he also knew that it could end up all haywire if he didn't choose his words and thoughts with precision and care. Having such an important role was both exciting, but uncomfortable for Linos. He took his position as a tutor extremely seriously and would even plan for hours how to teach a lesson. However, this was unexpected, off the books. It caught him off guard. However, he had the resolve to overcome this and hopefully leave Emilia a bit more knowledgeable than she was before this lesson.
Finally having a somewhat solid answer in his head, Linos looked back at her and with a sheepish smile said, "Well, of course you don't wish to doubt others before hearing what they have to say. It's very important to hear the thoughts of others. I don't mean to be suspicious of others. What I mean is that when somebody says something to you, you shouldn't absolutely guarantee that they are speaking the truth. You should always be slightly skeptical of what somebody is telling you." He paused, thinking of how to go on. He hoped this would also give the princess time to think of what he was saying.
"It depends. If somebody is willing to listen to an argument you make and is willing to give you logical counterpoints, then it is usually alright to not be suspicious of them. This is because they are providing you with reasons to believe them." He gave a gentle smile, feeling more confident with what he was saying. "You shouldn't believe anyone who refuses to give you reasons. And, you should really think about the reasons they give you. Some people make up reasons as they are speaking. However, if you remember, we spoke of fallacies before and usually they will end up tripping over themselves if you ask key questions and can recognize fallacious arguments and reasons."
Sighing wistfully, Linos closed his hazel eyes, "Unfortunately, this isn't fool proof. However, it will help a lot more than you probably think it will." He opened his eyes again, looking at his student. He hoped that she was able to absorb everything he was talking about. However, this was the most philosophical he's ever gotten her to be. He couldn't allow the moment to just pass. "However, instead of hearing me go on and on, I'd rather hear your thoughts on the matter. Do you think we should be skeptical of others? Why or why not?"
Linos patiently listened to the princess's concerns. They were valid. Of course one wouldn't want to be suspicious of every person they ever meet. That would make the world very difficult to live in. The man nodded, "All great questions..." They then leaned a bit back, a dreamy, pensive look upon his face. He was genuinely excited. He was finally getting somewhere with her! Asking well formed, interesting questions was the main part of philosophy. He gave her a gentle smile, "And I'm happy to see you being skeptical of what I was saying."
Looking toward the window again, Linos watched some birds fly across the horizon as he thought of how to respond. "However, answering questions such as those are very difficult. Allow me to think for a second." He in now way wanted the princess to think he was ignoring her as he thought carefully. He felt that what he said might impact her more than he originally thought this conversation would. It was bittersweet. While he wanted to enlighten and impact the princess, he also knew that it could end up all haywire if he didn't choose his words and thoughts with precision and care. Having such an important role was both exciting, but uncomfortable for Linos. He took his position as a tutor extremely seriously and would even plan for hours how to teach a lesson. However, this was unexpected, off the books. It caught him off guard. However, he had the resolve to overcome this and hopefully leave Emilia a bit more knowledgeable than she was before this lesson.
Finally having a somewhat solid answer in his head, Linos looked back at her and with a sheepish smile said, "Well, of course you don't wish to doubt others before hearing what they have to say. It's very important to hear the thoughts of others. I don't mean to be suspicious of others. What I mean is that when somebody says something to you, you shouldn't absolutely guarantee that they are speaking the truth. You should always be slightly skeptical of what somebody is telling you." He paused, thinking of how to go on. He hoped this would also give the princess time to think of what he was saying.
"It depends. If somebody is willing to listen to an argument you make and is willing to give you logical counterpoints, then it is usually alright to not be suspicious of them. This is because they are providing you with reasons to believe them." He gave a gentle smile, feeling more confident with what he was saying. "You shouldn't believe anyone who refuses to give you reasons. And, you should really think about the reasons they give you. Some people make up reasons as they are speaking. However, if you remember, we spoke of fallacies before and usually they will end up tripping over themselves if you ask key questions and can recognize fallacious arguments and reasons."
Sighing wistfully, Linos closed his hazel eyes, "Unfortunately, this isn't fool proof. However, it will help a lot more than you probably think it will." He opened his eyes again, looking at his student. He hoped that she was able to absorb everything he was talking about. However, this was the most philosophical he's ever gotten her to be. He couldn't allow the moment to just pass. "However, instead of hearing me go on and on, I'd rather hear your thoughts on the matter. Do you think we should be skeptical of others? Why or why not?"
This was making her head hurt. Emilia was someone who saw the world in black and white - good, and bad. When he ad praised her for asking a good question, a broad smile gave way on the princess's lips, glad for once that she had managed to please her tutor.
Yet as he continued on, it merely made the furrow in her brow grow deeper. "Does that mean I should question my father or my sister should they ask me something?" Emilia murmured, straightforward as ever, without even mincing her words. While she performed well at hiding true intentions and feelings at times, Emilia had much to learn about navigating the political waters... but at least, Linos made her feel comfortable enough to be genuine, still.
By the time her tutor got to the end of is spheal, it was almost as if Emilia had stars in her eyes. She had heard little more then 'reasons' and 'questions' throughout his whole barrage of words... and quite honestly, this five minute sudden conversation of things had now managed to make Emilia even more certain on why she had no wish to be a studious philsoper. She'll do her best to finish what Linos intended to teach her, but she would do no further.
"No, really." she murmured, in response to his question. Emilia bit her lip, almost wanting to please Linos. Against her own belief however, she spilled te truth instead. "I believe that everyone is inherently good unless proven otherwise, so I'd like to give them the benefit of doubt. After all... everyone succeeds because someone gave them a chance, once upon a time.Someone trusted them." Emilia paused, her eyes flickering between her tutor and the tome which had opened, before giving a frustrated sigh. "I just don't get why do e have to study the words of others, and listen to what they have to say. What can I learn from reading? I can go outside!" she exlaimed, waving at the window with delight in her eyes. "Doing something allows one to learn a lot more, does it not?"
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This was making her head hurt. Emilia was someone who saw the world in black and white - good, and bad. When he ad praised her for asking a good question, a broad smile gave way on the princess's lips, glad for once that she had managed to please her tutor.
Yet as he continued on, it merely made the furrow in her brow grow deeper. "Does that mean I should question my father or my sister should they ask me something?" Emilia murmured, straightforward as ever, without even mincing her words. While she performed well at hiding true intentions and feelings at times, Emilia had much to learn about navigating the political waters... but at least, Linos made her feel comfortable enough to be genuine, still.
By the time her tutor got to the end of is spheal, it was almost as if Emilia had stars in her eyes. She had heard little more then 'reasons' and 'questions' throughout his whole barrage of words... and quite honestly, this five minute sudden conversation of things had now managed to make Emilia even more certain on why she had no wish to be a studious philsoper. She'll do her best to finish what Linos intended to teach her, but she would do no further.
"No, really." she murmured, in response to his question. Emilia bit her lip, almost wanting to please Linos. Against her own belief however, she spilled te truth instead. "I believe that everyone is inherently good unless proven otherwise, so I'd like to give them the benefit of doubt. After all... everyone succeeds because someone gave them a chance, once upon a time.Someone trusted them." Emilia paused, her eyes flickering between her tutor and the tome which had opened, before giving a frustrated sigh. "I just don't get why do e have to study the words of others, and listen to what they have to say. What can I learn from reading? I can go outside!" she exlaimed, waving at the window with delight in her eyes. "Doing something allows one to learn a lot more, does it not?"
This was making her head hurt. Emilia was someone who saw the world in black and white - good, and bad. When he ad praised her for asking a good question, a broad smile gave way on the princess's lips, glad for once that she had managed to please her tutor.
Yet as he continued on, it merely made the furrow in her brow grow deeper. "Does that mean I should question my father or my sister should they ask me something?" Emilia murmured, straightforward as ever, without even mincing her words. While she performed well at hiding true intentions and feelings at times, Emilia had much to learn about navigating the political waters... but at least, Linos made her feel comfortable enough to be genuine, still.
By the time her tutor got to the end of is spheal, it was almost as if Emilia had stars in her eyes. She had heard little more then 'reasons' and 'questions' throughout his whole barrage of words... and quite honestly, this five minute sudden conversation of things had now managed to make Emilia even more certain on why she had no wish to be a studious philsoper. She'll do her best to finish what Linos intended to teach her, but she would do no further.
"No, really." she murmured, in response to his question. Emilia bit her lip, almost wanting to please Linos. Against her own belief however, she spilled te truth instead. "I believe that everyone is inherently good unless proven otherwise, so I'd like to give them the benefit of doubt. After all... everyone succeeds because someone gave them a chance, once upon a time.Someone trusted them." Emilia paused, her eyes flickering between her tutor and the tome which had opened, before giving a frustrated sigh. "I just don't get why do e have to study the words of others, and listen to what they have to say. What can I learn from reading? I can go outside!" she exlaimed, waving at the window with delight in her eyes. "Doing something allows one to learn a lot more, does it not?"
Linos patiently listened to her query. It didn't even take a second before he knew how he would address her concerns about listening to her father and sister. He gave her a soft smile, "Brilliant questions today. To an extent, you should question what your father and sister tell you. What I mean by being skeptical is not to entirely disregard what others are telling you, but to think of why they are telling you these things. You know that your father and sister only want what's best for you in life. However, you should also think of why they are telling you to do these things. Why should you do what they are telling you to do? What are the reasons to do these things? My goal is to be able to help you think on your own and not to blindly follow what others are saying."
With that, Linos inhaled, forgetting to breathe as he spoke. He was very excited to be getting somewhere with her, even if it was questioning their very lessons. Questioning was good. It meant that she was thinking. Thinking was more than just good. Thinking was the goal. She was really thinking.
After he had asked her questions, he waited for her response. He was actually quite excited to hear what she had to say on the matter. It had been quite a while since he had any interesting conversations with anyone. When she finally replied with how she felt that people shouldn't be skeptical and that everyone deserved a chance, Linos nodded, indicating that he was picking up every word she spoke. His mind had a field day with such a response, but he quickly vanished those thoughts. This was a lesson after all. He then gave her a soft, kind smile when she was finished. The question Linos had next was a very short query, but had a lot of baggage held to it.
The scholar said a soft, "Oh... Very interesting..." He then paused, looking at her pensively before he let out a quiet, "Why?"
He not only hoped such a question would allow her to assess her own ideals, but he was curious as to why she thought everyone was inherently good. Such a question often crossed his own mind. Were people inherently good or bad? What was good? What was bad? He would save those questions... For now... However, he hoped one day he would be able to hold such a conversation with her. Once she could do that, he was sure that their lessons would come to an end soon after, for Linos would have taught her what she needed in order to pursue studying alone in the future if she chose, or at least enough to know how to get around an argument in a thoughtful manner.
As the princess asked of what use the class was and spoke that she could learn everything she needed from going outside, Linos again smiled softly. He even nodded his head, "Not quite, but to an extent, I agree. Many things are to be learned from going outside. How did these scholars of old learn what they did? By going outside and learning, thinking." He then stood up, "On that note, maybe we should take lessons outside, then? I am happy to instruct outdoors. Philosophy is not only books, you know."
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Linos patiently listened to her query. It didn't even take a second before he knew how he would address her concerns about listening to her father and sister. He gave her a soft smile, "Brilliant questions today. To an extent, you should question what your father and sister tell you. What I mean by being skeptical is not to entirely disregard what others are telling you, but to think of why they are telling you these things. You know that your father and sister only want what's best for you in life. However, you should also think of why they are telling you to do these things. Why should you do what they are telling you to do? What are the reasons to do these things? My goal is to be able to help you think on your own and not to blindly follow what others are saying."
With that, Linos inhaled, forgetting to breathe as he spoke. He was very excited to be getting somewhere with her, even if it was questioning their very lessons. Questioning was good. It meant that she was thinking. Thinking was more than just good. Thinking was the goal. She was really thinking.
After he had asked her questions, he waited for her response. He was actually quite excited to hear what she had to say on the matter. It had been quite a while since he had any interesting conversations with anyone. When she finally replied with how she felt that people shouldn't be skeptical and that everyone deserved a chance, Linos nodded, indicating that he was picking up every word she spoke. His mind had a field day with such a response, but he quickly vanished those thoughts. This was a lesson after all. He then gave her a soft, kind smile when she was finished. The question Linos had next was a very short query, but had a lot of baggage held to it.
The scholar said a soft, "Oh... Very interesting..." He then paused, looking at her pensively before he let out a quiet, "Why?"
He not only hoped such a question would allow her to assess her own ideals, but he was curious as to why she thought everyone was inherently good. Such a question often crossed his own mind. Were people inherently good or bad? What was good? What was bad? He would save those questions... For now... However, he hoped one day he would be able to hold such a conversation with her. Once she could do that, he was sure that their lessons would come to an end soon after, for Linos would have taught her what she needed in order to pursue studying alone in the future if she chose, or at least enough to know how to get around an argument in a thoughtful manner.
As the princess asked of what use the class was and spoke that she could learn everything she needed from going outside, Linos again smiled softly. He even nodded his head, "Not quite, but to an extent, I agree. Many things are to be learned from going outside. How did these scholars of old learn what they did? By going outside and learning, thinking." He then stood up, "On that note, maybe we should take lessons outside, then? I am happy to instruct outdoors. Philosophy is not only books, you know."
Linos patiently listened to her query. It didn't even take a second before he knew how he would address her concerns about listening to her father and sister. He gave her a soft smile, "Brilliant questions today. To an extent, you should question what your father and sister tell you. What I mean by being skeptical is not to entirely disregard what others are telling you, but to think of why they are telling you these things. You know that your father and sister only want what's best for you in life. However, you should also think of why they are telling you to do these things. Why should you do what they are telling you to do? What are the reasons to do these things? My goal is to be able to help you think on your own and not to blindly follow what others are saying."
With that, Linos inhaled, forgetting to breathe as he spoke. He was very excited to be getting somewhere with her, even if it was questioning their very lessons. Questioning was good. It meant that she was thinking. Thinking was more than just good. Thinking was the goal. She was really thinking.
After he had asked her questions, he waited for her response. He was actually quite excited to hear what she had to say on the matter. It had been quite a while since he had any interesting conversations with anyone. When she finally replied with how she felt that people shouldn't be skeptical and that everyone deserved a chance, Linos nodded, indicating that he was picking up every word she spoke. His mind had a field day with such a response, but he quickly vanished those thoughts. This was a lesson after all. He then gave her a soft, kind smile when she was finished. The question Linos had next was a very short query, but had a lot of baggage held to it.
The scholar said a soft, "Oh... Very interesting..." He then paused, looking at her pensively before he let out a quiet, "Why?"
He not only hoped such a question would allow her to assess her own ideals, but he was curious as to why she thought everyone was inherently good. Such a question often crossed his own mind. Were people inherently good or bad? What was good? What was bad? He would save those questions... For now... However, he hoped one day he would be able to hold such a conversation with her. Once she could do that, he was sure that their lessons would come to an end soon after, for Linos would have taught her what she needed in order to pursue studying alone in the future if she chose, or at least enough to know how to get around an argument in a thoughtful manner.
As the princess asked of what use the class was and spoke that she could learn everything she needed from going outside, Linos again smiled softly. He even nodded his head, "Not quite, but to an extent, I agree. Many things are to be learned from going outside. How did these scholars of old learn what they did? By going outside and learning, thinking." He then stood up, "On that note, maybe we should take lessons outside, then? I am happy to instruct outdoors. Philosophy is not only books, you know."
It was such an open-ended question, the way in which Linos asked her 'why'. Then why must she question then? It was her own value in life - she favored and was comfortable in that vein of thought, so Emilia really didn't see why she had to be so inherently sceptical of what someone told her without even giving the benefit of the doubt.
As Linos spoke of thinking, Emilia almost gave a frustrated groan. Thinking. She didn't want to think. She wanted to see, hear, speak, learn from experience...not mull over one's thoughts. "I don't want to be instructed outdoors, I want to live!" Emilia finally replied, getting off her chair and running over to the windows which allowed light to flood the library in which she had her lessons.
Leaning over the opened airway, the brunette lifted her chin as the warm breeze of the summer month kissed her cheeks, played with her brunette locks, and the heat warmed her skin from sitting in a drafty, stone-crafted building. There, she spoke.
"Look at the fisherman - they would be able to tell me so much from their time spent on the sea. The merchants who go Lands Afar, they have even more stories of foreign lands I could only wish I can visit one day." Turning back to Linos with a face filled with excitement in a way she's never displayed in the schoolroom before, Emilia wondered if Linos could even see why she found the mere idea of just 'thinking' so boring, when the world would pass one by when one simply sat around 'thinking'.
"There is much to be learned from others. Their experiences, their life, their day to day happenings. Why should I care what one person has 'thought' of when someone else has lived through something way more relatable to our life?"
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It was such an open-ended question, the way in which Linos asked her 'why'. Then why must she question then? It was her own value in life - she favored and was comfortable in that vein of thought, so Emilia really didn't see why she had to be so inherently sceptical of what someone told her without even giving the benefit of the doubt.
As Linos spoke of thinking, Emilia almost gave a frustrated groan. Thinking. She didn't want to think. She wanted to see, hear, speak, learn from experience...not mull over one's thoughts. "I don't want to be instructed outdoors, I want to live!" Emilia finally replied, getting off her chair and running over to the windows which allowed light to flood the library in which she had her lessons.
Leaning over the opened airway, the brunette lifted her chin as the warm breeze of the summer month kissed her cheeks, played with her brunette locks, and the heat warmed her skin from sitting in a drafty, stone-crafted building. There, she spoke.
"Look at the fisherman - they would be able to tell me so much from their time spent on the sea. The merchants who go Lands Afar, they have even more stories of foreign lands I could only wish I can visit one day." Turning back to Linos with a face filled with excitement in a way she's never displayed in the schoolroom before, Emilia wondered if Linos could even see why she found the mere idea of just 'thinking' so boring, when the world would pass one by when one simply sat around 'thinking'.
"There is much to be learned from others. Their experiences, their life, their day to day happenings. Why should I care what one person has 'thought' of when someone else has lived through something way more relatable to our life?"
It was such an open-ended question, the way in which Linos asked her 'why'. Then why must she question then? It was her own value in life - she favored and was comfortable in that vein of thought, so Emilia really didn't see why she had to be so inherently sceptical of what someone told her without even giving the benefit of the doubt.
As Linos spoke of thinking, Emilia almost gave a frustrated groan. Thinking. She didn't want to think. She wanted to see, hear, speak, learn from experience...not mull over one's thoughts. "I don't want to be instructed outdoors, I want to live!" Emilia finally replied, getting off her chair and running over to the windows which allowed light to flood the library in which she had her lessons.
Leaning over the opened airway, the brunette lifted her chin as the warm breeze of the summer month kissed her cheeks, played with her brunette locks, and the heat warmed her skin from sitting in a drafty, stone-crafted building. There, she spoke.
"Look at the fisherman - they would be able to tell me so much from their time spent on the sea. The merchants who go Lands Afar, they have even more stories of foreign lands I could only wish I can visit one day." Turning back to Linos with a face filled with excitement in a way she's never displayed in the schoolroom before, Emilia wondered if Linos could even see why she found the mere idea of just 'thinking' so boring, when the world would pass one by when one simply sat around 'thinking'.
"There is much to be learned from others. Their experiences, their life, their day to day happenings. Why should I care what one person has 'thought' of when someone else has lived through something way more relatable to our life?"
Linos quietly ran his hand over his chin. He made his way slowly over to the window beside where Emilia's, looking out it. A sunny afternoon, with green grass and blue sky; the day was full of the normal citizens about their daily routines. From the window he could spot the market, with the merchants selling their wares, no doubt hollering at passersby. His eyes wandered to children running in the streets, playing under the watchful eyes of their parents. People stood off to the sides of the path, talking among themselves. Everyone just was either enjoying themselves or was hard at work. Linos admired the work of the common man, knowing he would never be able to go through the struggles they do. The skills they had he would never obtain. They were important people. He always wanted to learn more of what they did, but he was much too timid to actually ask them. So, he observed from afar, but that wouldn't give him as much information as it would if he could only just gain the courage to start a conversation with them.
As his student mentioned a fisherman, Linos's hazel eyes darted to a stand where fish hung from the top of it, a man stringing a fishing pole off to the side. A patient smile ran over his mouth, listening to her explanation. His eyes never left the fisherman as she finished. "You're definitely correct." He paused, turning to her, "Have you ever had the chance to speak to them?"
Little to her knowledge, speaking to others from all backgrounds was one of the biggest aspects of philosophy. Linos would do it more often if he wasn't cursed with his shy nature. But for now, he was left with the notes from old: the mention of what old fishermen and merchants had told scholars and what they recorded in their scrolls. It was all the tutor had so far regarding these topics, but how ever so he wanted to know more. "Philosophy is about gathering information from all sorts of people with all sorts of backgrounds. We then analyze this information and deconstruct it; tear it apart into it's pieces. See how we should think to make life the best for every person. To help solve the problems of humanity."
As his voice drew silent, Linos looked back out toward the fish stall, only to see the man who was once fiddling with his fishing pole now standing. He waved to the person manning the stall before striding off in the direction of the harbor. It was only a few seconds before Linos lost him in the crowd. The faint smile returned to the philosopher's face, "Remember, Princess Emilia, that the reason we have any actions at all is due to the fact that we thought to do that. We reason why we do things. Philosophy is all about reasoning. If we can improve our reasoning, we can improve selecting which actions we take."
Silence befalling them, Linos's eyes looked off into the distance as he calmly thought of how to explain things to her. Or even if he should. He knew that it was important practice for her to think for herself. "Men of old had reasoned many a things before us. They cannot be with us anymore and had left us only tomes and scrolls to peer into the thinking of the past. They teach us how to reason."
"And, your highness, reasoning is everything."
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Linos quietly ran his hand over his chin. He made his way slowly over to the window beside where Emilia's, looking out it. A sunny afternoon, with green grass and blue sky; the day was full of the normal citizens about their daily routines. From the window he could spot the market, with the merchants selling their wares, no doubt hollering at passersby. His eyes wandered to children running in the streets, playing under the watchful eyes of their parents. People stood off to the sides of the path, talking among themselves. Everyone just was either enjoying themselves or was hard at work. Linos admired the work of the common man, knowing he would never be able to go through the struggles they do. The skills they had he would never obtain. They were important people. He always wanted to learn more of what they did, but he was much too timid to actually ask them. So, he observed from afar, but that wouldn't give him as much information as it would if he could only just gain the courage to start a conversation with them.
As his student mentioned a fisherman, Linos's hazel eyes darted to a stand where fish hung from the top of it, a man stringing a fishing pole off to the side. A patient smile ran over his mouth, listening to her explanation. His eyes never left the fisherman as she finished. "You're definitely correct." He paused, turning to her, "Have you ever had the chance to speak to them?"
Little to her knowledge, speaking to others from all backgrounds was one of the biggest aspects of philosophy. Linos would do it more often if he wasn't cursed with his shy nature. But for now, he was left with the notes from old: the mention of what old fishermen and merchants had told scholars and what they recorded in their scrolls. It was all the tutor had so far regarding these topics, but how ever so he wanted to know more. "Philosophy is about gathering information from all sorts of people with all sorts of backgrounds. We then analyze this information and deconstruct it; tear it apart into it's pieces. See how we should think to make life the best for every person. To help solve the problems of humanity."
As his voice drew silent, Linos looked back out toward the fish stall, only to see the man who was once fiddling with his fishing pole now standing. He waved to the person manning the stall before striding off in the direction of the harbor. It was only a few seconds before Linos lost him in the crowd. The faint smile returned to the philosopher's face, "Remember, Princess Emilia, that the reason we have any actions at all is due to the fact that we thought to do that. We reason why we do things. Philosophy is all about reasoning. If we can improve our reasoning, we can improve selecting which actions we take."
Silence befalling them, Linos's eyes looked off into the distance as he calmly thought of how to explain things to her. Or even if he should. He knew that it was important practice for her to think for herself. "Men of old had reasoned many a things before us. They cannot be with us anymore and had left us only tomes and scrolls to peer into the thinking of the past. They teach us how to reason."
"And, your highness, reasoning is everything."
Linos quietly ran his hand over his chin. He made his way slowly over to the window beside where Emilia's, looking out it. A sunny afternoon, with green grass and blue sky; the day was full of the normal citizens about their daily routines. From the window he could spot the market, with the merchants selling their wares, no doubt hollering at passersby. His eyes wandered to children running in the streets, playing under the watchful eyes of their parents. People stood off to the sides of the path, talking among themselves. Everyone just was either enjoying themselves or was hard at work. Linos admired the work of the common man, knowing he would never be able to go through the struggles they do. The skills they had he would never obtain. They were important people. He always wanted to learn more of what they did, but he was much too timid to actually ask them. So, he observed from afar, but that wouldn't give him as much information as it would if he could only just gain the courage to start a conversation with them.
As his student mentioned a fisherman, Linos's hazel eyes darted to a stand where fish hung from the top of it, a man stringing a fishing pole off to the side. A patient smile ran over his mouth, listening to her explanation. His eyes never left the fisherman as she finished. "You're definitely correct." He paused, turning to her, "Have you ever had the chance to speak to them?"
Little to her knowledge, speaking to others from all backgrounds was one of the biggest aspects of philosophy. Linos would do it more often if he wasn't cursed with his shy nature. But for now, he was left with the notes from old: the mention of what old fishermen and merchants had told scholars and what they recorded in their scrolls. It was all the tutor had so far regarding these topics, but how ever so he wanted to know more. "Philosophy is about gathering information from all sorts of people with all sorts of backgrounds. We then analyze this information and deconstruct it; tear it apart into it's pieces. See how we should think to make life the best for every person. To help solve the problems of humanity."
As his voice drew silent, Linos looked back out toward the fish stall, only to see the man who was once fiddling with his fishing pole now standing. He waved to the person manning the stall before striding off in the direction of the harbor. It was only a few seconds before Linos lost him in the crowd. The faint smile returned to the philosopher's face, "Remember, Princess Emilia, that the reason we have any actions at all is due to the fact that we thought to do that. We reason why we do things. Philosophy is all about reasoning. If we can improve our reasoning, we can improve selecting which actions we take."
Silence befalling them, Linos's eyes looked off into the distance as he calmly thought of how to explain things to her. Or even if he should. He knew that it was important practice for her to think for herself. "Men of old had reasoned many a things before us. They cannot be with us anymore and had left us only tomes and scrolls to peer into the thinking of the past. They teach us how to reason."
"And, your highness, reasoning is everything."
Linos's question made Emilia pause, and then purse her lips to think. Had she? She made passing comments to them, small talk whenever she accompanied Persephone to court, or when she was meandering around the market. They always seemed happy, eager to please her, and never want for anything - it was that image of Athenia that Emilia had in her head. So in a way she did speak to them before?
The young princess nodded at her tutor, eyes wide as she waited for his response. In a way, she... well, Emilia still wasn't entirely sure what philosophy was about just yet. But she knew of gathering information, that much she was sure. She's watched Persephone work,and noticed that her elder sister always had all sorts of scrolls and parchments and all of the kingdom's advisors with her when she makes decisions, and that was enough for the younger one to surmise that information was infinitely important when it comes to solve problems or even create progress in their kingdom.
But she didn't want to be perpetually doing that! Emilia had no wish to solve...problems of humanity, as Linos put it. She was perfectly content in being her role as a princess, where the biggest problem she had to solve was what colored himation would go with her newest chiton's color.
So why would she have to think on the reasoning behind why she... did something? Seriously. Emilia could only frown in an absolutely perplexed manner Why was it so important that she... think about thoughts? She just didn't get it. Linos could go on all he wanted - Emilia doubted she'd ever like the subject, or even see its importance. She made sound decisions - she was understanding of her sister's position, and she hoped she was well -liked enough by her people, considering the nickname they had dubbed her.
"I should like to think my reasoning is quite sound without having to read the words of a dead man. I have yet to walk off a cliff, as of now." the princess finally commented in a dry tone, returning to the table she had almost fallen asleep on earlier. With a delicate finger, she flicked the tome which Linos had been studying with her earlier, and with a decisive flick, the book closed with a resounding thump. With that, Emilia turned to give a watery smile and a small curtsy to Linos. "But as of now, I think that is all I can take for today, sir Linos. I shall return next week - perhaps with less of the need for 'reasoning', considering that is something I do on a regular basis without the need to study what someone else's methods are."
Giving a last, respectful curtsy, she turned on her heels and walked off, intending on instructing her maids to give her a nice, long bath with her favorited scented oils so she no longer had to deal with the headache of understanding philosophy she doubted she'd ever need.
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Linos's question made Emilia pause, and then purse her lips to think. Had she? She made passing comments to them, small talk whenever she accompanied Persephone to court, or when she was meandering around the market. They always seemed happy, eager to please her, and never want for anything - it was that image of Athenia that Emilia had in her head. So in a way she did speak to them before?
The young princess nodded at her tutor, eyes wide as she waited for his response. In a way, she... well, Emilia still wasn't entirely sure what philosophy was about just yet. But she knew of gathering information, that much she was sure. She's watched Persephone work,and noticed that her elder sister always had all sorts of scrolls and parchments and all of the kingdom's advisors with her when she makes decisions, and that was enough for the younger one to surmise that information was infinitely important when it comes to solve problems or even create progress in their kingdom.
But she didn't want to be perpetually doing that! Emilia had no wish to solve...problems of humanity, as Linos put it. She was perfectly content in being her role as a princess, where the biggest problem she had to solve was what colored himation would go with her newest chiton's color.
So why would she have to think on the reasoning behind why she... did something? Seriously. Emilia could only frown in an absolutely perplexed manner Why was it so important that she... think about thoughts? She just didn't get it. Linos could go on all he wanted - Emilia doubted she'd ever like the subject, or even see its importance. She made sound decisions - she was understanding of her sister's position, and she hoped she was well -liked enough by her people, considering the nickname they had dubbed her.
"I should like to think my reasoning is quite sound without having to read the words of a dead man. I have yet to walk off a cliff, as of now." the princess finally commented in a dry tone, returning to the table she had almost fallen asleep on earlier. With a delicate finger, she flicked the tome which Linos had been studying with her earlier, and with a decisive flick, the book closed with a resounding thump. With that, Emilia turned to give a watery smile and a small curtsy to Linos. "But as of now, I think that is all I can take for today, sir Linos. I shall return next week - perhaps with less of the need for 'reasoning', considering that is something I do on a regular basis without the need to study what someone else's methods are."
Giving a last, respectful curtsy, she turned on her heels and walked off, intending on instructing her maids to give her a nice, long bath with her favorited scented oils so she no longer had to deal with the headache of understanding philosophy she doubted she'd ever need.
Linos's question made Emilia pause, and then purse her lips to think. Had she? She made passing comments to them, small talk whenever she accompanied Persephone to court, or when she was meandering around the market. They always seemed happy, eager to please her, and never want for anything - it was that image of Athenia that Emilia had in her head. So in a way she did speak to them before?
The young princess nodded at her tutor, eyes wide as she waited for his response. In a way, she... well, Emilia still wasn't entirely sure what philosophy was about just yet. But she knew of gathering information, that much she was sure. She's watched Persephone work,and noticed that her elder sister always had all sorts of scrolls and parchments and all of the kingdom's advisors with her when she makes decisions, and that was enough for the younger one to surmise that information was infinitely important when it comes to solve problems or even create progress in their kingdom.
But she didn't want to be perpetually doing that! Emilia had no wish to solve...problems of humanity, as Linos put it. She was perfectly content in being her role as a princess, where the biggest problem she had to solve was what colored himation would go with her newest chiton's color.
So why would she have to think on the reasoning behind why she... did something? Seriously. Emilia could only frown in an absolutely perplexed manner Why was it so important that she... think about thoughts? She just didn't get it. Linos could go on all he wanted - Emilia doubted she'd ever like the subject, or even see its importance. She made sound decisions - she was understanding of her sister's position, and she hoped she was well -liked enough by her people, considering the nickname they had dubbed her.
"I should like to think my reasoning is quite sound without having to read the words of a dead man. I have yet to walk off a cliff, as of now." the princess finally commented in a dry tone, returning to the table she had almost fallen asleep on earlier. With a delicate finger, she flicked the tome which Linos had been studying with her earlier, and with a decisive flick, the book closed with a resounding thump. With that, Emilia turned to give a watery smile and a small curtsy to Linos. "But as of now, I think that is all I can take for today, sir Linos. I shall return next week - perhaps with less of the need for 'reasoning', considering that is something I do on a regular basis without the need to study what someone else's methods are."
Giving a last, respectful curtsy, she turned on her heels and walked off, intending on instructing her maids to give her a nice, long bath with her favorited scented oils so she no longer had to deal with the headache of understanding philosophy she doubted she'd ever need.
