[color=c4df9b][b][h3]Siran Vahramyan Arshakuni[/h3][/b][/color]

Siran was idling by a wall, waiting like anyone else gathered here. All the words that had been heaped upon her in the build up to this point were still ringing in her ears; phrases such as "This is our chance to repay the country that took us in!", "It's your sacred duty to represent us in this important endeavor", and "We must prove that our clan still has great strength". Siran knew what it all really meant; "We might be rewarded if we make ourselves useful!, "We could go ourselves, but we'd rather risk your neck while we reap the rewards", and "We need to make ourselves feel better because we're still butthurt from the events of nine years past". Siran didn't care for any of it. She had experience the hardships felt all those years ago as much as anyone else, but she knew that the Bagratuni clan was on the other side of a border from them all now, and nothing short of an invasion of Ibion would mean anyone would ever get their revenge. Siran wanted nothing more than to move on and forget all the suffering, but the Arshakuni wanted to wallow in their past regrets forever. Fortunately, their reasons for volunteering her for this escort mission did not matter. Siran now had the opportunity to do something that would take her far away from the constant bemoaning of the past and get some real life experience. Maybe it would be an uneventful trip, but at least it would take her someplace else.

Siran lazily watched the small drama playing out before her eyes. It was clear there was some tension between the arriving prince's female friends. Siran really hoped it wouldn't come to a head during their trip; the only thing worse than listening to the clan elders bitch about their ancient rivalry was listening to a love-struck girl harp on about her romantic rivals. It would be worse with a royal as the center of it all, as even though her status meant little outside the clan, Siran still had those among the clan that battled for her favors. The only way she had kept from being forced to marry so far was by distracting her suitors with their own rivalries, so that they could never find the opportunity to petition her father for her hand. All the better that she was going away on this journey, since that meant thoughts of marriage would have to wait until after she returned. Of course, that made it all the more bothersome to see a grander version of her domestic life play out between a pack of strangers. Heaven help her if anyone ever thought she wanted to woo the prince herself, as she wanted no part of such a thing, though she was sure her father was praying with all his might that such a union would actually occur. 

Choosing to take her mind off the worst case scenarios, Siran was content to wait patiently until their expedition set out in earnest. Only then would she finally be getting what she wanted.