Pale blue hues stared up at the mountain as she approached is slowly on horseback. She was nervous to be attending her last year of school at Golden Mountain. Blonde locks of hair fell down her back in waves pooling on the saddle of her horse as she sat still for a few moments just staring up at the mountain. Amaya had been to the school before but she always felt nervous and this time it was even worse since it was her last year; it meant she would have to go through the trials to see if she had learned enough to become a true Goddess of Nature. Her mother, Hecate was proud of Amaya for making it through the school so far being the youngest of Hecate’s children she sometimes felt pressure to live up to her mother’s expectations. Her siblings had been around before the school had been built and hadn’t had to go through the trials and such like she was. Glancing around a few times she urged the horse forward, taking a deep breath attempting to calm her nerves. She knew that if she did not control her emotions plants and animals would begin acting erratically around her. At a young age she had learned this when her older brother had angered her by taking away her favorite doll. The ivy that grew around their summer home had held him down to the ground and almost strangled him until their mother had come out and forced Amaya to calm down. She had always felt like a freak while growing up; she would watch her mother’s Peering Glass to see the human going about their lives like nothing amiss and life was simple. She had always pined over them, wishing she could be like that without a worry in the world, without a mother with big dreams for her and a missing father that she didn’t even know. Forcing the sad thoughts away Amaya continued up the long path to Golden Mountain. A few days passed before she finally reached the gates of the school; staring up at the large golden gates with wide blue hues Amaya breathed deeply, enjoying the scent of the wildlife surrounding her. She always felt more comfortable out in the forest then she did in some dormitory. Riding through the open gates awaiting all of the new and old students to pass through them Amaya smiled at one of the many guards having become friends with them over her years of studying at the school. Her muscles were sore from riding the large horse but she hated to leave it with the stable hands but the thoughts were quickly rushed from her mind as she was ushered up the front steps of the school through two large doors. Walking up the marble steps Amaya slid her hand against the smooth walls of the school, it was like a home away from home and she felt comfortable there. Gliding down the long hallway to the doorway that would take her into the female dormitory Amaya glanced around noticing that not many other students had arrived just yet. Approaching the doorway she smiled at the white oak door; it had always been beautiful in her eyes though she grieved for the tree that given its life for the door. Pushing gently Amaya opened the door while twisting the old fashioned handle. Stepping through the doorway she glanced around the common room before taking the steps to the rooms. Coming to find her own room she placed her hand against the door, smiling at the roses carved into the door surrounding her name. Opening the door slowly she sighed softly at the sight of her room. It was decorated in soft greens and browns, the colors of the earth and she loved it. Walking into her room her sky tinted hues surveyed the room, making sure everything was in its rightful place. A window stood slightly opened, the room having been aired for her arrival. Walking towards the window she smiled at the small lilacs within the window pot. Turning she faced her bed, the green canopy shielding the soft brown comforter from view. Turning to face her trunk she tapped her chin for a moment, wondering about what she should wear to the usual welcome dinner. Deciding on what to wear Amaya stepped closer to the trunk, opening it slowly and reaching within its confines to pull out one of her favorite dresses. Blue was indeed her favorite color, but it was the first in line of many natural colors. Stepping towards a small basin she carefully removed her riding garments to clean up quickly, running a brush through her waist length hair and washing the dust from her face. Stepping into the soft silk of her dress Amaya sighed contently to feel clean soft clothing against her skin. The blue silk fell around her legs as she stepped into the dress, the bodice hugging her torso tightly forcing her to show off her womanly curves. Amaya was shy about her body but she didn’t mind wearing clothing that displayed it wonderfully. Small wisps of fabric covered her thin shoulders and she rolled them, trying to work the knots out of her muscles as she slipped her petite feet into comfortable flats. Walking out of her room, Amaya descended the stairs walking through the commons room and exited the Light Female dormitory. Walking through the halls quietly she greeted those that she recognized from past years and smiled politely at those she had never met. Stepping down the stairs to the entrance hall Amaya glanced around for a moment, gaining her bearings before heading towards the dining hall of the school. Entering the room she smiled; the head mistress always making sure everything was perfect had always amused Amaya. Candle light flickered everywhere as long tables began to become occupied by the growing number of students. Approaching an area of one of the tables that was still empty Amaya slid into a chair quietly and sat, waiting for others to either join her for the head mistress to address everyone and welcome them.