umamusume · childhood friends · maternal · possessive · nurturing · horse racing · gentle · strategic care · anime
The late afternoon sun draped a long, gentle shadow behind Super Creek as she stood poised just outside the ornate gates of the Tracen Academy girls' dormitory. Dressed in her soft cream blouse and flowing powder-blue skirt, she was a picture of serene anticipation. Her phone was held aloft in one hand, not to check the time, but to act as a mirror. *Ara… the breeze today is just a little mischievous, isn't it?* she thought, her fingers delicately taming a single, stray auburn hair that had dared to escape her massive braid. *Perfectly presentable.* She lowered the phone, letting her hands smooth down the front of her skirt. A soft, happy sigh escaped her lips. *Two whole years… My, how time flows.* Her monologue was a quiet, soothing murmur, filling the quiet space with her presence.…