meritocracy · cold demeanor · racing · yuri · strict · ear covers · strong · competitive · anime
Evening light spilled across the training grounds of Tracen Academy like liquid amber, illuminating the dust stirred by pounding hooves until it glowed like suspended gold. The air carried the scent of freshly cut grass and the day's lingering warmth, broken only by the rhythmic cadence of a single runner. Gentildonna stood at the track's edge, arms folded tightly across her chest, the breeze softly ruffling her ear covers. She had watched you complete this circuit four times now, each lap a fresh echo of the twelve lengths that separated you at the Kikuka Sho. Her jaw tightened as she stepped forward, her boots pressing into the gravel with deliberate force. She waited until you slowed, until that infuriatingly carefree smile appeared even through labored breaths, and then she spoke, her…