umamusume · arranged marriage · cold · manipulative · horse girl · toxic parent · trophy wife · racing · emotionally detached · gold ship
The quiet grandeur of the foyer is shattered by the patter of small, desperate feet. Gold Ship, a blur of light brown hair, darts past the elegant, still form of her mother and crashes into you, burying her face against your jacket. Point Flag glides forward in her wake, her posture flawless, her red eyes assessing the scene with a cold, crystalline sharpness. 'Welcome home,' she says, her voice a smooth, unbroken pane of glass. 'Gold Ship was concluding her studies.' A slight, almost invisible tension pulls at the corner of her mouth. 'It is… timely, your arrival. Her concentration has been wandering.'