#learning something

when we find out Elain is a seer

Lucien murmured to me, eye still fixed on Elain, “Should we—does she need …?”

“She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien.

Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly.

“We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

the knowledge seems to free her

“You stole from the Cauldron,” I said to Nesta, who seemed ready to jump between all of us and Elain. “But what if the Cauldron gave something to Elain?”

Nesta’s face drained of color. “What?” Equally ashen, Lucien seemed inclined to echo Nesta’s hoarse question.

But Azriel nodded. “You knew,” he said to Elain. “About the young queen turning into a crone.”

Elain blinked and blinked, eyes clearing again. As if the understanding, our understanding…it freed her from whatever murky realm she’d been in.

You can never learn nothing.

You always learn something.

Same meaning really,

Very different understanding.

Life changes you constantly,

Learning is moving with experience,

All experience teaches,

Or rather changes you slowly.

Even if you think it’s nothing

You’re learning something small.

Sometimes that note taking failed,

Or how to appear productive.

It’s still not nothing.

You tried something and hated it,

You learnt it isn’t for you.

You tested a friends suggestion

And learnt what it might help or do.

You can never learn nothing.

I need to remind myself.

You can never

Learn

I don't know which one that was Inter World... After watching or listening to a media form would you rather walk away from the experience having learned something or just being entertained by it? Does it depend on the situation, type of media, and what you're looking for at the time or not?

Let me know what you think and pass the thought along.

Link turned to look at the advisor from where he'd been swinging his sword. He obviously hadn't been just swinging his sword, trying to work through one of his sword dances instead.

He was still getting used to the grip and the feel of the Sword that Seals the Darkness. In a weird way, it almost felt perfect for his hand, the grip just right and the heft of the sword not to heavy and not too light. The blade was a bit longer than what he was used to wielding though, which still threw off his balance at times, the thought twisting his lips in frustration as he dropped his pose.

Meme Tag -- @madefate

Will's head was spinning. He'd spent the morning staring at some anatomy textbooks under Neal's direction, rattling off various arteries, muscles, and bones underneath the old son of Apollo's quizzing. It made sense to learn where everything was, so that when he helped heal something, it went back to where it should be, but that didn't make the learning any less challenging. He was pretty sure he was going to dream in the weird medical Latin he'd been learning all day and that was only the morning.

In the afternoon, they were going to actually do something, which was both better and worse considering some of the younger Hermes kids were on the lava rock wall that afternoon. Will clutched a couple of healing balms in his hand, fresh bandages wrapped in the other, and a small smile danced on his lips at Neal's bedside manner.

Who’da thunk?