Mystery of the Spinning Top
Philosophia, a girl riding a spinning top, suddenly descends onto the airship deck. She proceeds to quiz the crew with philosophical questions about flying, but only (Captain)'s answer interests her. Her fascination compels her to join the crew.
(Captain) and the crew set a course for a nearby island to pick up supplies and to get some rest and relaxation.
As they prepare to land, Vyrn comes flying up.
Vyrn: Hey guys, have you got a minute? I heard something in the tavern we went to the other day.
Vyrn: There's a strange rumor about this island.
Vyrn: There's apparently a girl around here riding a spinning top who appears out of nowhere!
Vyrn: Um... Forget what I said. It was probably just nonsense...
Lyria: Ha-ha... Yeah... It doesn't make much sense to me either. But wait... What's that?
Lyria and (Captain) spot a round shadow on the deck.
(Captain) looks up to see what's causing it...
And a girl riding a spinning top suddenly falls from the sky.
Philosophia: Tee-hee! Did I startle you? Hey, do you mind if I ask you a question?
Vyrn: I can't believe it! A girl riding a spinning top? The rumor was true!
Philosophia: Would you say that you're flying through the air right now?
Lyria: Well... We're on the Grandcypher, which is an airship, so I guess you could say we're flying.
Philosophia: I see... But of course, that's your airship that's flying, not you.
Lyria: Um... I guess that's true. So does that mean we're not flying?
Philosophia: Perhaps... But think about where you are right now. Aren't you up in the air?
Philosophia: Are you sure you're not flying?
Lyria: Um... I'm not sure anymore...
The girl on the spinning top peers at Lyria's confused expression and smiles gleefully.
She then shifts her gaze to Vyrn, who has been watching the proceedings suspiciously.
Philosophia: Wow... You look like you'll do quite nicely.
Vyrn: Huh? Are you talking to me?
The smiling girl nods her head and deftly moves her spinning top closer to Vyrn.
Philosophia: So how about it? Are you flying right now?
Vyrn: Yeah. Obviously.
Philosophia: Oh, is that so?
Philosophia: But is it really that obvious? How can we be sure you're really flying?
Philosophia: Maybe there's a platform that only lizards can perceive, and you're just standing on it.
Vyrn: What? That's nonsense! Of course I'm fly—
Philosophia: People breathe without needing to think about it and they walk without any conscious effort.
Philosophia: So it might be the same with your flying, little lizard. You might not even be conscious of it...
Philosophia: But there might actually be a platform under you that only you can feel.
Vyrn: What? That's ridiculous... I'm flying, right? Right?
Lyria: I'm starting to doubt myself. I wonder what flying even is...
Philosophia observes Lyria and Vyrn's flummoxed expressions with obvious satisfaction.
Philosophia: Aha-ha... You guys are so cute. The faces you pull when you're confused... They're so... so...
Vyrn: Hey! Are you teasing us?
Philosophia: Aha-ha! Maybe I am in one way, but in another, I'm not.
Vyrn: What? I can't understand a word you're saying! Who in the world are you?
The girl moves away from the crew and gracefully tilts her spinning top to offer them a bow.
Philosophia: My name is Philosophia. Some call me a sage, and others call me a philosopher.
Philosophia: But I am merely a fool who delights in challenging people's preconceptions—who spins wild theories for the simple pleasure of knocking them down...
Lyria: Um... I hope you don't mind me asking, but what's a philosopher?
Philosophia: A person who is constantly asking and answering questions, and continually disproving those same answers. Someone locked in eternal contemplation of the world's unanswerable riddles.
Lyria: I see. If I can ask another question, why did you land on our airship?
Philosophia: I was just flying around when I heard someone on this ship talking about me, so I thought I'd come and take a look.
Lyria: Wow! Philosophia, you must have excellent hearing!
Lyria: Um... What do you mean you were flying around?
Philosophia: Exactly what I said. Don't you remember me falling from above? I was in the middle of flying.
Lyria: But how can you just fly around?
Philosophia: Like this!
She flourishes her staff, sending her top and herself up into the air.
Philosophia: This spinning top's name is Crypton. I think, therefore it spins.
Philosophia: The more I think, the more thoughts run their furious circles through my head, the better it flies.
Lyria: Incredible! I've never heard of such a device...
Philosophia: Tee-hee! No surprise there, and yet this world is brimming with even stranger things than Crypton.
Philosophia: That's why I have to keep thinking... even if that means throwing out a wild theory or two when I run out of questions to ponder.
The girl smiles joyfully and then stares at (Captain).
Philosophia: I still haven't heard your opinion on this flying conundrum.
Philosophia: Aha-ha... And I'm sure you'll look awfully cute when you're confused.
Philosophia: So what do you say? Are you flying right now?
Choose: The answer you seek does not exist.
- The answer you seek does not exist.
- We're both flying and falling.
Philosophia: That's harsh... Though you're not wrong. In fact you might be closer to the truth than anyone else.
Philosophia: Aha-ha... You're an interesting one, aren't you?Choose: We're both flying and falling.
Philosophia: Can you say that one more time?
(Captain) answers the question again, and Philosophia's eyes light up.
Philosophia: Of course. The islands and all the people on them have floated up from the bottom of the sky... We're all both flying and falling.
Philosophia: Aha-ha... You're an interesting one, aren't you?Continue 1
The spinning top speeds up, raising Philosophia higher into the air.
Philosophia: So what are you all doing riding such a big airship anyway?
Philosophia: I'd really like to know.
(Captain) tells an abridged version of their travels so far to the ecstatic girl with the infectious smile.
Philosophia: I see. So you want to go beyond the sky's edge to Estalucia...
Philosophia: I like the sound of that. It could be a lot of fun!
Philosophia: Okay... I've decided. I'm coming with you.
Philosophia: How can I resist those cute faces you all make when you're concentrating?
Philosophia moves her spinning top next to (Captain) so that they're face to face.
Philosophia: You in particular I find most fascinating.
Philosophia: I like the way you think. If I stick with you, I bet I'll find my way into some great debates on the subject of flying.
Philosophia: Of course I'm not expecting a free ride. I'll help out in any way that I can!
Philosophia: So what do you say? Will you take me with you?
Choose: It could be interesting. Welcome aboard!
- It could be interesting. Welcome aboard!
- I'm afraid not.
Philosophia: Wow! Now that's a good answer! Are you perhaps interested in philosophy as well?
Philosophia: Tee-hee... If so, then we have a lot to talk about!Choose: I'm afraid not.
Philosophia: Um... Okay. I suppose I get it. Sorry for asking...
Philosophia looks crestfallen until (Captain) cracks a smile.
Philosophia: What? You were joking? You just wanted to see my expression when I get disappointed?
Philosophia: You just become more and more fascinating, don't you?Continue 2
Philosophia: By the way, do you guys like sweets? You know, cookies, macarons, that sort of thing?
Lyria: Yes! I just love that stuff!
Philosophia: Then you're in luck! I know an amazing sweet shop in a nearby town. Maybe I can show you the way?
Philosophia, still smiling about the prospect of candy, begins moving toward the edge of the deck.
Vyrn: Hold on! I need an answer! Please! I just have to know!
Vyrn: Am I really flying or not? You've just got to tell me!
Philosophia: Aha-ha... You really are cute. Just look at your little face.
Vyrn: Come on! I give in! Just tell me! Please!
Philosophia: The answer is that there's no answer. You just have to keep on thinking.
And with a smile, Philosophia jumps off the side of the airship.
Vyrn: Hey! What kind of answer is that? That doesn't help at all!
Lyria: It's okay, Vyrn. She's going to show us that sweet shop, so you can ask again there.
Vyrn: I... I guess...
The crew lands on the island. After reuniting with Philosophia and stocking up on supplies, they take a break.
No matter how earnestly Vyrn repeats his question, however, Philosophia cheerfully and adroitly evades answering.
The Philosopher's Sweet Side
(Captain) and the crew notice that Philosophia is missing. When they spot her being carried off by monsters, they hurry to help, but she knocks her assailants away and returns to the airship. The enraged monsters attack the crew.
One morning, Lyria anxiously approaches (Captain).
Philosophia is apparently missing.
Vyrn: Well... I wouldn't worry. She's probably out flying around thinking about some—
Vyrn suddenly spots something on the deck that cuts him off.
(Captain) and company follow Vyrn's gaze to find Crypton, Philosophia's spinning top, toppled over.
Lyria: Huh? Crypton? But no Philosophia?
Looking around frantically, Lyria spots Philosophia being carried away from the airship by monsters.
Philosophia: Yes indeed. It would seem this method of transport is somewhat different from flying after all...
Philosophia: To be carried by others with no freedom of movement is clearly not flight. But then again...
Lyria: Oh no! Philosophia has been captured!
Vyrn: No way! We better go after her, (Captain)!
Lyria: Hold on! If you agitate the monsters now, they'll drop her to the bottom of the sky!
Philosophia: What's this? Oh, everyone seems to be worrying about me. I should return.
Philosophia waves her staff to unleash a burst of magical energy.
The monsters, unable to withstand the blast, release her, and she begins to fall.
Philosophia: Interesting... Falling and flying are most certainly different. Does that mean that flying necessitates floating in the air?
Vyrn: Yikes! Philosophia's falling!
Philosophia: Aha-ha... I'm just fine. I won't fall.
Philosophia waves her staff again, and a magic circle forms at her feet, lifting her up.
Using it as a springboard, she leaps toward the airship, and lands right on top of Crypton.
Lyria: Whoa... That was amazing!
Vyrn: Never mind that! The monsters are coming back this way! Get ready, (Captain)!
The Philosopher's Sweet Side: Scene 2
Philosophia says she allowed herself to be caught and explains her spinning top, Crypton. The crew become interested in the top, and Vyrn suggests that they head to the ruins where she first found it.
After the crew defeats the monsters, Philosophia suggests eating breakfast before she explains what happened.
The perplexed crew agrees and stops at a nearby town to eat.
Lyria: Excuse me, Philosophia, but are you really okay? You're not hurt or anything?
Philosophia flashes the concerned Lyria a smile as she eats her dessert.
Philosophia: Oh, I'm just fine. Sorry for making you worry!
Vyrn: Phew. Well we're glad you're all right. But how did you end up in the clutches of those monsters?
Philosophia: I wanted to discern the difference between how Crypton and other things fly. So I conducted a little experiment.
Lyria: Huh? So you're saying that you let yourself get captured?
Vyrn: Try not to look so happy with yourself about it...
Vyrn: But now that you mention it, how is your top's flight different?
Philosophia: Well... I'd say it's completely different actually.
Philosophia: Crypton's flight is akin to the elevation of the abstract concept of me above the physical world...
Philosophia: The sensation is strange and hard to describe. Based on today's experience, flying with Crypton is unique.
Lyria: I see... Or at least I think I do...
Vyrn: You know... I've been meaning to ask you this for a while, but what is Crypton anyway?
Philosophia: Hmm... To be honest, I'm not exactly sure about that myself.
Philosophia: I found him one day in some ruins, and I've been pondering his true nature and significance ever since.
Lyria: I see... Ruins, huh?
Vyrn: Hey, everyone! Why don't we go check them out? I'd like to learn more!
Philosophia: Hmm... I doubt we'll find anything there anymore, but I suppose it's not wise to make assumptions like that.
Philosophia: Perhaps we'll even discover something new about Crypton or flight.
Philosophia: This dessert is really tasty by the way.
Vyrn: Heh-heh. That's quite a sweet tooth you have there, Philosophia!
Philosophia: Huh? Well... sugar is essential to fuel the gears of the mind after all.
Philosophia: My body demands it, and my hand reaches out involuntarily. Entirely independent of my own volition, I assure you...
Vyrn: Aha-ha! That's a lotta fancy words to say that you just like sweets!
Philosophia: Um... I suppose you're right.
Philosophia: Now let's head for the ruins! Right now! I'll lead the way!
The crew agrees with the blushing Philosophia's suggestion, and she leads the way.
The Philosopher's Sweet Side: Scene 3
As (Captain) and company explore the ruins, the floor beneath them crumbles, sending them plummeting. Philosophia rescues them and starts explaining a strange sensation she felt, but passing butterflies distract her. The crew can't help but tease the surprisingly cute philosopher.
Vyrn: Hmm... Are these the ruins? Not my kinda place, by the looks of 'em.
Philosophia: I found Crypton over there. The floor could crumble away at any time, so be careful.
Philosophia guides the crew toward the place where she found her spinning top.
But all they find when they arrive is fallen debris.
Philosophia: It's as I thought. There's nothing here.
Vyrn: Seriously? You'd think we'd find something, given the oh-so-grand atmosphere.
(Captain) notices a strange sensation underfoot.
As (Captain) looks down, there is a thunderous roar, and the floor crumbles away. The crew tumbles into the darkness below.
Philosophia: No! I'm coming!
Philosophia soars down into the depths to save the crew.
As she pursues the falling crew, she's struck by the strange sensation that she's floating.
Philosophia: This feeling...
Philosophia's face takes on a strange expression as she overtakes the crew. She whirls around and draws a magic circle beneath them.
The circle absorbs their momentum and enables them to land without so much as a bruise.
Lyria: Ugh... Thank you, Philosophia...
Vyrn: Phew... Good thing you were here.
Philosophia: Hey, everyone. Just now, did I... fly?
Vyrn: Huh? Of course you did... But wait. I think you were actually falling.
Philosophia: I chased you as fast as I could, and it felt like I was being sucked toward the floor. I think that was as close as I've come to the answer I seek.
Philosophia: The situation was almost the same as this morning... I simply fell both times. So why did this time feel so different?
Lyria: Hmm... Um...
Philosophia: Being focused on saving you... Being in the ruins where I found Crypton... Does flight perhaps differ depending on the situation?
Philosophia smiles happily, and Crypton begins spinning at high speed.
Philosophia: Hee-hee... Thanks to you guys, it seems I have a new solution and counterargument to consider! Thank you!
Vyrn: I think we should be the ones thanking you here. You saved us after all.
Vyrn: But you look happy, and we're all safe, so I guess it's okay.
The joyfully smiling Philosophia uses her magic to bring the crew back aboveground.
On the way back to the airship, Philosophia continues her contemplation with an excited look.
Philosophia: As I tried to save you, the conceptual me separated from the real me... My soul? Did my soul float? Is that what it truly means to fly?
Philosophia: Aha-ha... But in that case, we'll need a definition of the soul...
Lyria: Ha-ha. Philosophia seems so happy.
Vyrn: She's probably thinking harder than we can even imagine... Look how fast Crypton is spinning!
Philosophia: It would be a good idea to visit the ruins again sometime... If we did...
Philosophia stops mid-sentence, and Crypton begins decelerating.
Vyrn: Huh? What's happened to Philosophia? Why'd she stop all of a sudden?
A kaleidoscope of butterflies flutters past the crew, carried on a gentle breeze.
Philosophia's eyes light up as she watches the dancing insects.
Choose: You're wide open!
- You're wide open!
- You like butterflies?
(Captain) pokes Philosophia's cheek several times.
Philosophia: Huh? What?
Philosophia: What's that? Do I like butterflies? Sure... I guess so.Choose: You like butterflies?
Philosophia: I do... I love them in fact.Continue 1
Vyrn: Heh... You like them so much that you even stopped thinking for once.
Vyrn: I'm starting to see now. At a glance, it looks like all you do is think really hard about things or try to confuse us...
Vyrn: But you also like sweets and butterflies... In other words, you have a cute side!
Philosophia: Huh? Well... Um... The thing about butterflies is that the way they fly might hide the answers I'm looking for.
Vyrn: There you go with your analysis again. If you like butterflies, you should just say so.
Vyrn: Heh-heh... And the face you're making right now is really something else!
Philosophia: Excuse me?
Lyria: Hee-hee! It's true! You're really adorable when you're flustered!
Philosophia: Hey... Are you just making fun of me as usual?
As (Captain) tries to look at Philosophia's face, she spins Crypton around to hide herself.
Philosophia: I may like seeing other people's faces when they're flustered, but that doesn't mean I like them seeing mine...
Philosophia blushes faintly as she speeds up Crypton and zooms off ahead of the others.
The crew chases her back to the airship, smiling at the discovery of her softer side.