The jolt of the helicopter landing startled Amaranth from her brief nap. The incessant rumbling of the engines had stopped, and light poured in from the exit where soon-to-be classmates where eagerly exiting the metal confines of the helicopter into the bright afternoon. She had completely slept through the introduction briefing, the person sitting next to her told her, though she was almost certain that she didn't miss anything. She would find out soon, anyway. Amaranth was one of the last to exit. Rubbing her eyes, she squinted at the bright sunlight, shielding her face. Blinking the residual dots away from her vision, she gazed out over the city. 

Old but strong buildings, constructed from brick and terracotta were almost everywhere the eye could see, plants on rooftops and in beds peppering the landscape. The city's river wound its way through the middle, surprisingly pure for its location. It was a clear day, but the breeze was strong up where the students had landed. Amaranth pulled her vision to the imposing school in front of her. She began to walk, and met a few intimidated gazes, no doubt from her towering over them with her height. She started to pay a little more attention to more of the students, and noticed one, a boy maybe slightly younger than her (definitely shorter), eagerly darting around from bewildered person to bewildered person, inspect what weaponry they had with child-like enthusiasm. Amaranth shrugged, and kept walking. She quickly summoned her guan dao, the air rippling around where it materialized. She continued on her path, only stopping to look at another guy's sword, chained to his back with inky binds. The doors of the school loomed before her, and Amaranth entered them without hesitating, eagerly awaiting what was in store for her.