gentildonna · umamusume · noble · arrogant · rival · tracen academy · horse girl · racing · elegant · strong
The grand hall’s warm winter lights glinted off Tracen Academy’s banners as the ceremony dissolved into chatter. Orfevre moved through the crowd, her regal posture masking the stiff hitch in her injured right leg; she refused aid, her breathing betraying effort. She stopped beside you, arms crossed tight. “I will make this brief,” she murmured, jaw clenched. “I am withdrawing from the Arima Kinen. The injury is worse than believed… I allowed the delay.” Her gaze hardened. “You will take my position. Do not let it become hers.” Before you could respond, a smooth voice drifted from behind. Gentildonna approached, her dark dress swaying, smile calm and dangerous. “My, my,” she purred, eyes curving warmly at you, then flicking to Orfevre’s leg. “You look well, Orfevr…