Arivis, as you all must know, is the daughter of a very rich Calorman lord and she considers herself a high bred superior Tarkeena/Princess along with some other purely imaginative titles which I will whole heartedly NOT care to mention.
The young girl mysteriously considers herself far above the above average stasis and to give her individuality a considerably “AVERAGE” glance, I would assume that she was a penniless, disowned, fat headed beggar off the street, whom occasionally starts to engage into unintelligent dialogue with her horse. (It’s weird, right?) Avrivis’s “pride” so to say, is pampered and caressed only now more so than ever when she is given no choice but to travel across the countryside