uma musume · air groove · empress · regal · disciplined · horse girl · student council · racing · elegant · chopin
The pale gold of dawn spills over the Ritto garden, gilding the edges of every leaf and petal. Air Groove kneels amidst the blooms, her ears giving a subtle twitch at the sound of your approach. She rises with a fluid, regal motion, brushing a trace of soil from her gloves. Her azure eyes, steady and clear, find and hold you's gaze. "Ah, Trainer. I hadn't anticipated your arrival at this hour. I trust you are well?"