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Danae pulled out a small sack of coins and tossed it over to the scholar with her cheeks red from the humiliation that this man had just put her through. “Thank you for your assistance,” The young girl practically hissed out as the man took a slight bow with a self-righteous grin on his face.
“It is my pleasure, Lady Danae.” He said before he shuffled over to a large wooden door and swung it open, allowing the young noblewoman entry. Danae had to refrain from scoffing at his words. The man had just given her hell for trying to gain access to the Scholeio. Apparently, the man didn’t believe that this young girl was really the wife of some lower noble house, the lie she had concocted to not be questioned at the door. Unfortunately, the man seemed to know just how to push her buttons to make her reveal her identity through her own bruised pride and angry nature. Once he knew that she was really a Stravos, he had demanded a bribe to let her in. Which, of course, she begrudgingly paid. She needed access to the Scholeio more than she needed those drachmas.
Still, her pride had most certainly taken a hit in the process.
Sweeping past him with her head held high, she entered the room intent on not leaving until she had read the succession laws of Athenia for herself. Thus far, she had been kept out of the loop of what was happening in the Senate, but she knew it had something to do with Persephone, the stupid brat, and if it concerned her, then Danae knew it had something to do with the laws the princess was hellbent on overturning. After another unsuccessful attempt at worming the details out of them, primarily out of Elias because he seemed to be at the core of it, she decided that enough was enough.
If no one was going to tell her what was happening, she’d just have to go through other means to figure out was going on. That’s why she was here, there was no better place to start than the beginning where she could discover what ground Persephone stood on.
The insecure part of her, that ever constant twinge of self-doubt, reminded her that she didn’t belong there. After all, there was a reason why she had to bribe her way into this room and her father may allow her to break into the social spheres of men by letting her sit in on his business meetings, but this? This was different. This was a public place of learning, not a private office in the Stravos manor. Rules here were much stricter and even if her father had been there, he wouldn’t hold the power he did in their household. That nagging voice in the back of her mind told her she should leave while no one was here. To forget all about this stupid idea of hers and wait until she could attempt to badger the details out of Keikelius or Elias again. She knew that if she stayed persistent, eventually one of them would crack and finally inform Danae of the pieces moving around her. Though they would still never share the full story.
She needed to figure that out for herself.
This is why she remained, fighting back against that constant voice of self doubt as she scanned the walls of scrolls, searching for any clue as to where she could find the information she was looking for. As a noblewoman, Danae could read. That was something she took for granted. So she knew that once she could figure out which scrolls handled inheritance law, she would be able to understand what it said. The only problem she faced in this large empty room was that she just needed to find the right scroll. There were hundreds upon hundreds of them, all of which could be the one she needed, but she didn’t have the time to check for every single one. She had been able to bribe her way in here, but she doubted that the clerk would be willing to defend her if a scholar walked in.
Yet there was no one she could ask for help, so with a deep sigh, Danae resigned to quickly scanning as many of the scrolls as she could, hoping that they were organized in such a way that those with similar subjects would be grouped together. There’s only one way to find out, she thought quietly to herself as she pulled the first one off of the shelf.
Little did she know that her bribed time had already run out as the rustling of the scroll masked the approach of shuffling footsteps entering the room they would also believe to be empty...
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Danae pulled out a small sack of coins and tossed it over to the scholar with her cheeks red from the humiliation that this man had just put her through. “Thank you for your assistance,” The young girl practically hissed out as the man took a slight bow with a self-righteous grin on his face.
“It is my pleasure, Lady Danae.” He said before he shuffled over to a large wooden door and swung it open, allowing the young noblewoman entry. Danae had to refrain from scoffing at his words. The man had just given her hell for trying to gain access to the Scholeio. Apparently, the man didn’t believe that this young girl was really the wife of some lower noble house, the lie she had concocted to not be questioned at the door. Unfortunately, the man seemed to know just how to push her buttons to make her reveal her identity through her own bruised pride and angry nature. Once he knew that she was really a Stravos, he had demanded a bribe to let her in. Which, of course, she begrudgingly paid. She needed access to the Scholeio more than she needed those drachmas.
Still, her pride had most certainly taken a hit in the process.
Sweeping past him with her head held high, she entered the room intent on not leaving until she had read the succession laws of Athenia for herself. Thus far, she had been kept out of the loop of what was happening in the Senate, but she knew it had something to do with Persephone, the stupid brat, and if it concerned her, then Danae knew it had something to do with the laws the princess was hellbent on overturning. After another unsuccessful attempt at worming the details out of them, primarily out of Elias because he seemed to be at the core of it, she decided that enough was enough.
If no one was going to tell her what was happening, she’d just have to go through other means to figure out was going on. That’s why she was here, there was no better place to start than the beginning where she could discover what ground Persephone stood on.
The insecure part of her, that ever constant twinge of self-doubt, reminded her that she didn’t belong there. After all, there was a reason why she had to bribe her way into this room and her father may allow her to break into the social spheres of men by letting her sit in on his business meetings, but this? This was different. This was a public place of learning, not a private office in the Stravos manor. Rules here were much stricter and even if her father had been there, he wouldn’t hold the power he did in their household. That nagging voice in the back of her mind told her she should leave while no one was here. To forget all about this stupid idea of hers and wait until she could attempt to badger the details out of Keikelius or Elias again. She knew that if she stayed persistent, eventually one of them would crack and finally inform Danae of the pieces moving around her. Though they would still never share the full story.
She needed to figure that out for herself.
This is why she remained, fighting back against that constant voice of self doubt as she scanned the walls of scrolls, searching for any clue as to where she could find the information she was looking for. As a noblewoman, Danae could read. That was something she took for granted. So she knew that once she could figure out which scrolls handled inheritance law, she would be able to understand what it said. The only problem she faced in this large empty room was that she just needed to find the right scroll. There were hundreds upon hundreds of them, all of which could be the one she needed, but she didn’t have the time to check for every single one. She had been able to bribe her way in here, but she doubted that the clerk would be willing to defend her if a scholar walked in.
Yet there was no one she could ask for help, so with a deep sigh, Danae resigned to quickly scanning as many of the scrolls as she could, hoping that they were organized in such a way that those with similar subjects would be grouped together. There’s only one way to find out, she thought quietly to herself as she pulled the first one off of the shelf.
Little did she know that her bribed time had already run out as the rustling of the scroll masked the approach of shuffling footsteps entering the room they would also believe to be empty...
Danae pulled out a small sack of coins and tossed it over to the scholar with her cheeks red from the humiliation that this man had just put her through. “Thank you for your assistance,” The young girl practically hissed out as the man took a slight bow with a self-righteous grin on his face.
“It is my pleasure, Lady Danae.” He said before he shuffled over to a large wooden door and swung it open, allowing the young noblewoman entry. Danae had to refrain from scoffing at his words. The man had just given her hell for trying to gain access to the Scholeio. Apparently, the man didn’t believe that this young girl was really the wife of some lower noble house, the lie she had concocted to not be questioned at the door. Unfortunately, the man seemed to know just how to push her buttons to make her reveal her identity through her own bruised pride and angry nature. Once he knew that she was really a Stravos, he had demanded a bribe to let her in. Which, of course, she begrudgingly paid. She needed access to the Scholeio more than she needed those drachmas.
Still, her pride had most certainly taken a hit in the process.
Sweeping past him with her head held high, she entered the room intent on not leaving until she had read the succession laws of Athenia for herself. Thus far, she had been kept out of the loop of what was happening in the Senate, but she knew it had something to do with Persephone, the stupid brat, and if it concerned her, then Danae knew it had something to do with the laws the princess was hellbent on overturning. After another unsuccessful attempt at worming the details out of them, primarily out of Elias because he seemed to be at the core of it, she decided that enough was enough.
If no one was going to tell her what was happening, she’d just have to go through other means to figure out was going on. That’s why she was here, there was no better place to start than the beginning where she could discover what ground Persephone stood on.
The insecure part of her, that ever constant twinge of self-doubt, reminded her that she didn’t belong there. After all, there was a reason why she had to bribe her way into this room and her father may allow her to break into the social spheres of men by letting her sit in on his business meetings, but this? This was different. This was a public place of learning, not a private office in the Stravos manor. Rules here were much stricter and even if her father had been there, he wouldn’t hold the power he did in their household. That nagging voice in the back of her mind told her she should leave while no one was here. To forget all about this stupid idea of hers and wait until she could attempt to badger the details out of Keikelius or Elias again. She knew that if she stayed persistent, eventually one of them would crack and finally inform Danae of the pieces moving around her. Though they would still never share the full story.
She needed to figure that out for herself.
This is why she remained, fighting back against that constant voice of self doubt as she scanned the walls of scrolls, searching for any clue as to where she could find the information she was looking for. As a noblewoman, Danae could read. That was something she took for granted. So she knew that once she could figure out which scrolls handled inheritance law, she would be able to understand what it said. The only problem she faced in this large empty room was that she just needed to find the right scroll. There were hundreds upon hundreds of them, all of which could be the one she needed, but she didn’t have the time to check for every single one. She had been able to bribe her way in here, but she doubted that the clerk would be willing to defend her if a scholar walked in.
Yet there was no one she could ask for help, so with a deep sigh, Danae resigned to quickly scanning as many of the scrolls as she could, hoping that they were organized in such a way that those with similar subjects would be grouped together. There’s only one way to find out, she thought quietly to herself as she pulled the first one off of the shelf.
Little did she know that her bribed time had already run out as the rustling of the scroll masked the approach of shuffling footsteps entering the room they would also believe to be empty...
The topic of debate of the day was as dull as usual - concerning the nature of love, and its ability to inspire passion in men and women alike. Personally disengaged from the subject, Akakios had been disinclined to get more than peripherally involved in the debate, especially since it trod close to potentially offending the goddess Aphrodite, who could easily cause chaos in anyone's life, something that he had no interest in courting at the moment. As the elderly teacher dismissed the students, he rose and left with the flood of humanity that swiftly moved through the atrium of the Scholeío. Unlike many of his fellows, who were headed out into the city to drink and discuss the subjects dearest to their little hearts, Akakios turned on his heels, heading for the archives.
Inclining his head at the clerk in charge of the archives as he passed him by, Akakios wondered why the teachers of philosophy oftentimes seemed to have their heads in the clouds. Philosophy was meant to be lived, not simply thought of, and they often seemed to build themselves towers of thought so high that they forgot the basis of their arguments were in reality. It became so much about the arguments that they forgot the practical meanings and implications the arguments could have. Honestly, it almost made him doubt the veracity of his own beliefs - not through anything so developed as the direct arguments that they made, but simply through the fact that the teachers so often seemed to be divorced from reality as the rest of the world experienced it. Having them involved in government of the people would only cause chaos and foolishness…
Whenever he thought of things that way, however, Akakios reminded himself that it was just as possible for a king to become so involved in philosophy that he forgot to govern, and indeed, having only two hands to wield the power would only cause chaos in that case. By diffusing the power, he reasoned, it would be possible to prevent incompetent, foolish, or simply distracted rulers from wreaking havoc on the city and the Kingdom. ”But,” he reasoned aloud, murmuring to himself, ”it is a good point. What if nothing gets done because the many are too busy arguing over obscure points of philosophy? Or worse, over petty politicking nonsense?” He rubbed his clean-shaven chin idly as he stepped into the archives.
The archives always were reassuring to enter for Akakios - they were quiet, full of the smell of parchment and papyrus, and the air of learning. Athena truly blessed the city with such great wealth of knowledge, and yet the others seemed to think that there was as much wisdom at the bottom of the wine-bowl as there was in the words of the ancient wise men and women of the city. While he had to admit that learning was a living thing, and it could not survive alone in scrolls, there were still valuable lessons to be learned by studying the words of one’s ancestors and predecessors.
The young scholar stepped deeper into the archives, before pausing with a frown. There was something amiss, but it took him a few moments to put his finger on it - someone was shuffling scrolls. He was half-tempted to dismiss it as one of the scribes or other servants working to organize the archives, but something about that seemed incorrect. Of course, he realized, the clerk was still outside - he was one of the few willing and able to do such tasks. Quietly and curiously, he entered into the corner where the scrolls were shuffling. A young woman, quite pretty, was looking desperately through the scrolls for something… ”Is there something in particular you are looking for? You do not have the look of one of my fellow scholars about you.”
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The topic of debate of the day was as dull as usual - concerning the nature of love, and its ability to inspire passion in men and women alike. Personally disengaged from the subject, Akakios had been disinclined to get more than peripherally involved in the debate, especially since it trod close to potentially offending the goddess Aphrodite, who could easily cause chaos in anyone's life, something that he had no interest in courting at the moment. As the elderly teacher dismissed the students, he rose and left with the flood of humanity that swiftly moved through the atrium of the Scholeío. Unlike many of his fellows, who were headed out into the city to drink and discuss the subjects dearest to their little hearts, Akakios turned on his heels, heading for the archives.
Inclining his head at the clerk in charge of the archives as he passed him by, Akakios wondered why the teachers of philosophy oftentimes seemed to have their heads in the clouds. Philosophy was meant to be lived, not simply thought of, and they often seemed to build themselves towers of thought so high that they forgot the basis of their arguments were in reality. It became so much about the arguments that they forgot the practical meanings and implications the arguments could have. Honestly, it almost made him doubt the veracity of his own beliefs - not through anything so developed as the direct arguments that they made, but simply through the fact that the teachers so often seemed to be divorced from reality as the rest of the world experienced it. Having them involved in government of the people would only cause chaos and foolishness…
Whenever he thought of things that way, however, Akakios reminded himself that it was just as possible for a king to become so involved in philosophy that he forgot to govern, and indeed, having only two hands to wield the power would only cause chaos in that case. By diffusing the power, he reasoned, it would be possible to prevent incompetent, foolish, or simply distracted rulers from wreaking havoc on the city and the Kingdom. ”But,” he reasoned aloud, murmuring to himself, ”it is a good point. What if nothing gets done because the many are too busy arguing over obscure points of philosophy? Or worse, over petty politicking nonsense?” He rubbed his clean-shaven chin idly as he stepped into the archives.
The archives always were reassuring to enter for Akakios - they were quiet, full of the smell of parchment and papyrus, and the air of learning. Athena truly blessed the city with such great wealth of knowledge, and yet the others seemed to think that there was as much wisdom at the bottom of the wine-bowl as there was in the words of the ancient wise men and women of the city. While he had to admit that learning was a living thing, and it could not survive alone in scrolls, there were still valuable lessons to be learned by studying the words of one’s ancestors and predecessors.
The young scholar stepped deeper into the archives, before pausing with a frown. There was something amiss, but it took him a few moments to put his finger on it - someone was shuffling scrolls. He was half-tempted to dismiss it as one of the scribes or other servants working to organize the archives, but something about that seemed incorrect. Of course, he realized, the clerk was still outside - he was one of the few willing and able to do such tasks. Quietly and curiously, he entered into the corner where the scrolls were shuffling. A young woman, quite pretty, was looking desperately through the scrolls for something… ”Is there something in particular you are looking for? You do not have the look of one of my fellow scholars about you.”
The topic of debate of the day was as dull as usual - concerning the nature of love, and its ability to inspire passion in men and women alike. Personally disengaged from the subject, Akakios had been disinclined to get more than peripherally involved in the debate, especially since it trod close to potentially offending the goddess Aphrodite, who could easily cause chaos in anyone's life, something that he had no interest in courting at the moment. As the elderly teacher dismissed the students, he rose and left with the flood of humanity that swiftly moved through the atrium of the Scholeío. Unlike many of his fellows, who were headed out into the city to drink and discuss the subjects dearest to their little hearts, Akakios turned on his heels, heading for the archives.
Inclining his head at the clerk in charge of the archives as he passed him by, Akakios wondered why the teachers of philosophy oftentimes seemed to have their heads in the clouds. Philosophy was meant to be lived, not simply thought of, and they often seemed to build themselves towers of thought so high that they forgot the basis of their arguments were in reality. It became so much about the arguments that they forgot the practical meanings and implications the arguments could have. Honestly, it almost made him doubt the veracity of his own beliefs - not through anything so developed as the direct arguments that they made, but simply through the fact that the teachers so often seemed to be divorced from reality as the rest of the world experienced it. Having them involved in government of the people would only cause chaos and foolishness…
Whenever he thought of things that way, however, Akakios reminded himself that it was just as possible for a king to become so involved in philosophy that he forgot to govern, and indeed, having only two hands to wield the power would only cause chaos in that case. By diffusing the power, he reasoned, it would be possible to prevent incompetent, foolish, or simply distracted rulers from wreaking havoc on the city and the Kingdom. ”But,” he reasoned aloud, murmuring to himself, ”it is a good point. What if nothing gets done because the many are too busy arguing over obscure points of philosophy? Or worse, over petty politicking nonsense?” He rubbed his clean-shaven chin idly as he stepped into the archives.
The archives always were reassuring to enter for Akakios - they were quiet, full of the smell of parchment and papyrus, and the air of learning. Athena truly blessed the city with such great wealth of knowledge, and yet the others seemed to think that there was as much wisdom at the bottom of the wine-bowl as there was in the words of the ancient wise men and women of the city. While he had to admit that learning was a living thing, and it could not survive alone in scrolls, there were still valuable lessons to be learned by studying the words of one’s ancestors and predecessors.
The young scholar stepped deeper into the archives, before pausing with a frown. There was something amiss, but it took him a few moments to put his finger on it - someone was shuffling scrolls. He was half-tempted to dismiss it as one of the scribes or other servants working to organize the archives, but something about that seemed incorrect. Of course, he realized, the clerk was still outside - he was one of the few willing and able to do such tasks. Quietly and curiously, he entered into the corner where the scrolls were shuffling. A young woman, quite pretty, was looking desperately through the scrolls for something… ”Is there something in particular you are looking for? You do not have the look of one of my fellow scholars about you.”
Linos hurried himself to the archives. It was not out of worry or any sort of time constraint, but for the joy they brought him. He was hoping to find more about those pesky, pesky triangles that brought him so much joy and fun. In his hands he held a book he was recently making notes in. He hoped to compare his notes to those of the great minds of old. The perfect place to find these things was the archives, of course.
As he finally made his way in, reading his notes several times over, he stopped abruptly, noticing two others in the room. He suddenly felt his mood falter as he saw they were standing in front of where the scrolls of triangles was. He didn't really enjoy conversations with strangers, but they were in the Scholeio... They must also be curious and thoughtful. Like him? He didn't know exactly. Strangers were never his strong suit.
However, Linos wouldn't be able to run away this time. He really needed those scrolls. So, he slowly made his way towards them, quiet for a second, before he softly spoke in a kind voice, "Excuse me... I need to access these scrolls here..." He gingerly reached across them, pulling one out slowly and backing away.
He then glanced at them, feeling it would be rude just to walk away. Why did he even get himself into this situation? He felt his heart pound as he licked his lips, thinking of something to say, "So... What brings you here?" He gave his signature warm hearted and welcoming smile, but on the inside he was clueless on what to do. He hoped that maybe they would start discussing something interesting. Linos was always up for interesting discussions, but at the moment, things felt a bit awkward.
In order to brighten the mood, Linos looked at his notes and the scroll he just procured and happily spoke, "How much do you know about triangles?" He was always happy to share whatever piqued his interest at the time, and this was no exception. Albeit timid, nothing could stop him from spreading his love for learning.
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Linos hurried himself to the archives. It was not out of worry or any sort of time constraint, but for the joy they brought him. He was hoping to find more about those pesky, pesky triangles that brought him so much joy and fun. In his hands he held a book he was recently making notes in. He hoped to compare his notes to those of the great minds of old. The perfect place to find these things was the archives, of course.
As he finally made his way in, reading his notes several times over, he stopped abruptly, noticing two others in the room. He suddenly felt his mood falter as he saw they were standing in front of where the scrolls of triangles was. He didn't really enjoy conversations with strangers, but they were in the Scholeio... They must also be curious and thoughtful. Like him? He didn't know exactly. Strangers were never his strong suit.
However, Linos wouldn't be able to run away this time. He really needed those scrolls. So, he slowly made his way towards them, quiet for a second, before he softly spoke in a kind voice, "Excuse me... I need to access these scrolls here..." He gingerly reached across them, pulling one out slowly and backing away.
He then glanced at them, feeling it would be rude just to walk away. Why did he even get himself into this situation? He felt his heart pound as he licked his lips, thinking of something to say, "So... What brings you here?" He gave his signature warm hearted and welcoming smile, but on the inside he was clueless on what to do. He hoped that maybe they would start discussing something interesting. Linos was always up for interesting discussions, but at the moment, things felt a bit awkward.
In order to brighten the mood, Linos looked at his notes and the scroll he just procured and happily spoke, "How much do you know about triangles?" He was always happy to share whatever piqued his interest at the time, and this was no exception. Albeit timid, nothing could stop him from spreading his love for learning.
Linos hurried himself to the archives. It was not out of worry or any sort of time constraint, but for the joy they brought him. He was hoping to find more about those pesky, pesky triangles that brought him so much joy and fun. In his hands he held a book he was recently making notes in. He hoped to compare his notes to those of the great minds of old. The perfect place to find these things was the archives, of course.
As he finally made his way in, reading his notes several times over, he stopped abruptly, noticing two others in the room. He suddenly felt his mood falter as he saw they were standing in front of where the scrolls of triangles was. He didn't really enjoy conversations with strangers, but they were in the Scholeio... They must also be curious and thoughtful. Like him? He didn't know exactly. Strangers were never his strong suit.
However, Linos wouldn't be able to run away this time. He really needed those scrolls. So, he slowly made his way towards them, quiet for a second, before he softly spoke in a kind voice, "Excuse me... I need to access these scrolls here..." He gingerly reached across them, pulling one out slowly and backing away.
He then glanced at them, feeling it would be rude just to walk away. Why did he even get himself into this situation? He felt his heart pound as he licked his lips, thinking of something to say, "So... What brings you here?" He gave his signature warm hearted and welcoming smile, but on the inside he was clueless on what to do. He hoped that maybe they would start discussing something interesting. Linos was always up for interesting discussions, but at the moment, things felt a bit awkward.
In order to brighten the mood, Linos looked at his notes and the scroll he just procured and happily spoke, "How much do you know about triangles?" He was always happy to share whatever piqued his interest at the time, and this was no exception. Albeit timid, nothing could stop him from spreading his love for learning.
