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

Their journey finally began in earnest. Albus seemed to take to riding the horse quite easily. Maybe he had a gift, or it could just be sheer dumb luck. Siran just hoped he wasn't about to be tossed off in a few seconds. As they left, it seemed someone else decided they wanted to take their turn giving him riding tips. Siran was just fine leaving it to the good sir knight; he probably knew much more about Estalian horses techniques than Siran did. Otherwise, they were to enjoy a brief jaunt through Greymont before they could get out of the city. Siran had been here a few times since arriving in Estala, though not enough to feel as though the city was familiar to her. The Arshakuni tended to keep to the tiny plot of land they had been granted and only the occasional trip was made to cities to sell their meager creations. She was occasionally brought along when she nagged someone long enough to have them relent and take her discreetly. It had to be done discreetly, as her father always disapproved of her doing much more than sitting around the camp and being a pretty princess. Once again, she was reminded that they were going to be far away from the pretensions of chiefs and elders and perhaps even lords and ladies. It was a journey that was to lead them into combat, and they would surely have little time to strut and preen....minus the girl riding side saddle, perhaps.

As the people gathered to wave farewell to the prince, it reminded her of the times from her youth, back before the Arshakuni became a bunch of refugees pretending to still be relevant. Back then, she could have counted on the various families associated with the Arshakuni clan to fuss about her just like this. There wouldn't have been nearly as many of them, but it certainly would have been more than most of the rest of their party could lay claim to. She didn't really care for it anymore, though; it might have been an enamouring idea for a vain little girl, but having grown up here, she knew there was no meaning in hoping for crowds of adoring peasants to gather for her. They would never come, and she didn't terribly want them to come either. She was far more interested in getting a good look at these islands, pirate infested or not. As they finally left the city, it was time for them to pick up the pace and reach the boats. It was quite possible that none were more eager to do so than Siran.