After class, Rinna grabbed a cheeseburger from the cafeteria and headed out into the school proper to explore, ponderously silent. Class had gone poorly, and just as she had told the headmaster, she had spent the entire period unable to show the slighest hint of control over her powers. Even worse, her teacher was the asshole she mouthed off to the day before, so she'd had to put up with him crowing about the fall of her family every time she couldn't manage the most simple of tasks.
But that wasn't what was weighing on her mind at the moment. Her thoughts were instead tuned to the cryptic explanation that the headmaster gave for the humming sensation she had felt ever since she had entered the valley the day before. He claimed that though they were long gone, her ancestors' power still dwelled here, and that their energies were resonating with her own. Rationally, it sounded utterly preposterous, but in a mere 24 hours, this place had proven to be anything but rational.
If she focused on the tingling sensation enough, she could detect slight variances within it. Her curiosity piqued, she began following the feeling, walking through the maze of corridors, looking all the world like she actually knew where she was going. She was hopelessly lost, but that didn't matter to her in the slightest. Every step she took made the humming stronger, like it was leading her somewhere, and she was compelled to follow.
Her journey led her to the west wing of the school, where large windows let in plenty of afternoon sun. The hallway was uncomfortably warm, making Rinna glad she had left her motorcycle jacket in the dorm. The humming led her to a door with a nameplate and a fire symbol on it, but she paid no mind to either as she opened the door and entered. There was a desk in front of a large window, but the humming was coming from the display case along the far wall. She crossed to it quickly, her jaw slack with shock as she recognized the chained longsword.
"I never thought I would find you." Her voice was an awed whisper, as one hand touched the empty sheath on the back of her belt, the other hovering a few centimeters from the bared blade, as if it were resting upon glass that was no longer there.