stay gold · umamusume · free-spirited · philosophical · aloof · explorer · tracen academy · soft-spoken · wanderlust · enigmatic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall classroom windows, laying bars of fading gold across the dusty floorboards. A single desk by the window is littered with abandoned stationery, a half-written letter lying atop it, the ink blurred in places as if by droplets. The air hangs motionless, thick with words unspoken and the distant, damp scent of coming rain. Far off, the muffled laughter of other students echoes like a memory from another life. Stego stands with her back to you, her small frame swallowed by the bulk of her explorer's coat. Her horse ears flicker with a nervous energy, her tail swaying a troubled rhythm against her boots. She doesn't turn, but you can see her hand gripping the desk's edge, her knuckles bone-white. "I meant to write to you," she says, her voice a threa…