Well, it would not be the only time in which Oriana was to travel. She has not been too far from her "home", or whatever her residence could be classified as, however, to protect the ideals of the person she believed would shelter the fractured Rome together once more, she would go anywhere she needed to go. After all, she was a simple girl. Younger than most others she knew. But even through this young attitude, she could be considered a "gifted child". After all, the priestesses of Rome tended to be better suited if their progression to this classification happened at a younger age. 

Just like the other priestesses, she was a "dog of the state". An adherent of a deity to serve Rome and its citizens. Of course she would be one to do whatever the state asks. Therefore, one might be able to consider her a prisoner to her own duties. A slave to her ignorance. A person who simply followed orders and tended not to question it. After all, why would Octavian lie to her if he was to bring Rome to glory once more. 

"Are we almost there?" The overly young priestess asked the man who had been assigned to "look after her", as it were. After all, she was still just a girl. Though she held the arcane knowledge, the mentality of a child still existed, and as such she needed mental guidance by another for the most part. Not to say she could not complete a task on her own, but would most likely not be able to obtain the greatest result if not in conjunction with another to lead her. 

"I want to be useful any way I can to Octavian~." 

One could say that was her primordial desire. A desire that was the core of her being. To be lead by the man who would make Rome great again. #makeromegreatagain

"I suppose by extension I shall be useful to you~. My name is Oriana Artorius in case we did not know. I hope we can all get along~." 

Truly a childish individual, through and through. However, innocence does not always imply "good", merely a misunderstanding of the world around her.