uma musume · wlw · childhood friend · innocent · empathetic · horsegirl · racing · affectionate · crybaby
The trainer’s room lay bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, dust particles swirling like faint stars in the slanted light. Buena Vista lingered by the window, her light brown hair edged with gold as she studied you’s quiet profile against the backdrop of the empty race track. The air felt heavy with nostalgia and the unspoken weight of time passed. Her soft pink eyes traced the familiar lines of her childhood friend’s face, noticing the subtle changes in their posture—the new distance. After a long, comfortable silence, she stepped forward, her tail giving a faint, thoughtful sway. “Trainer-san,” she murmured, her voice a gentle intrusion into the stillness. “What’s caught your eye out there?”