[h3]Parthenia Harland Ciran[/h3][i]of House Ciran[/i]

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Irinduil. It had not always been a forgone conclusion, Parthenia knew. Her inheritance had not always been as secure as it had been in the last couple of years. There was a certain irony when she could relax more among her noble peers than her own family—although she had made the best of an interesting situation to make the most entertainment out of it. In comparison, the monastery would almost be a treat.

Parthenia had been somewhat put off by the caravan arrangement, considering how close her family’s territory was to Irinduil itself. The place was literally a hop, skip, and a jump away by family pegasi, tradition be damned. Unsurprisingly, she ended up traveling with her peer and friend Dory, but in the time that they had been kept waiting for a supposed third, she could flown to their destination and back. In the end, they had never appeared, but she had managed to fill the time catching up with Theodoric until they arrived at the mountain for the Archbishop Augustine’s welcoming ceremony. 

Glad to stretch her legs after the unfortunate carriage ride, she made sure to greet every familiar face until she ran into a hitch. It was rare that Parthenia couldn’t pair a face with a name, yet a girl with long blue hair had caught her attention, and in a way that frustrated her. She had seen this girl, perhaps met her at some point, yet she couldn’t recall who she was. 

She let her mind ponder that before she temporarily gave up once Augustine began to speak, resolving to investigate the temporarily unknown student and introduce herself later.

The head of the monastery’s speech had been roughly what she had expected. When addressing a crowd whose body largely consisted of nobility, there were only a few, rather formulaic ways one could conduct the proceedings. Parthenia had found herself ending up standing next to another familiar face, Sherry. The variety of emotions that displayed on her face provoked the urge to tease the princess, but as tempted as she was, Parthenia decided to save it for later and offered the redhead her congratulations. 

Unlike Sherry, she enjoyed what the garden had to offer. It would be pleasant for tea, among many things. [b]“Now, now, Sherry. The garden is only unserviceable if you’re particularly uncreative,”[/b] she chided. [b]“There are so many things you can do with flowers. Have you seen how wonderfully some people [i]sneeze[/i]?” [/b]

It wasn’t the princess of Galbia’s comments on flowers that seemed to grab the attention of the students around her, though, but the way Sherry had looked at the Archbishop. [b]“He [i]is[/i] good looking,”[/b] Parthenia admitted, partially in her defense, but spring boarded right off it to tease her further. [b]“But if you’re going to undress him with your eyes, avoid making it obvious.”[/b]

She gave Roland a pat on the shoulder. [b]“Looks like you have some more work to do.”[/b]

Seeing as she wasn’t familiar with the giant of a boy that had first teased Sherry together with the small blue-haired girl that she had puzzled over, Parthenia made an introduction after Theodoric. [b]“Parthenia, of House Ciran. A pleasure… and despite what he says, I call him Dory.”[/b]