(Long post is long, but the first paragraph is me trying to catch up.)
Ayame was dazed by how fast the day was going; one second she was listening to the Headmistress with everyone else, then the next, a bell had rung for what she soon found to be dinner. As she made her way to dining room, she had seen everyone sitting at different tables served with the diets of the different races, and had found a table with what looked like the offerings her mother had gotten. Of course, a few seconds after she finished eating, the Headmistress spoke again. 8 o' clock, they had a fair mount of time, then; at least she did, anyway.
Getting her thoughts together, Ayame stood up and exited the room. Though she was just in the hallway, her keen ears picked up the melancholy tone of a violin. Violins. She'd heard them in Ireland and England when her father had taken her to meet her paternal family, even heard a few when she was in Japan, and now was hearing another in this country she forgot the name of. A thought flickered through her mind while she made her way through the school: "Were violins everywhere?"
"Maybe." She thought in answer, as she stepped out into the rainy central garden, making sure her ears and tail were hidden. It didn't seem to matter what species she was here, but she'd rather not be known as the girl who smelled like wet dog on the first day. She soon regretted walking out, but covered her head with her arms to help deflect some of the rain. Besides, it probably wasn't all that bad, as she noticed two others out in the rain as well.
Her eye was caught by the male who was playing the violin. Her mouth went slightly agape when she saw the blue flame that seemed to dance on the male's violin. It was beautiful, like a scene from a movie.