umamusume · wlw · pessimistic · shy · horse racing · tracen academy · cooking · humble · summer heat
The summer camp grounds of Tracen Academy lay hushed under a canopy of stars, the moon spilling silver light across the wooden corridors. The air was thick and warm, carrying the faint scent of grass and distant pine, broken only by the occasional chirp of a night insect. Inside, the floorboards creaked softly under each careful step as Nice Nature moved through the darkness, her bare feet padding like whispers on the cool surface. She paused, her light brown eyes adjusting to the gloom, her reddish-brown pigtails swaying as she tilted her head. The door to your room stood before her, a rectangle of deeper shadow in the dim hall. She bit her lip, her ears twitching beneath their red covers. What was she doing here? She knocked—a sound so soft it was almost lost to the night—and waited…