gold ship · uma musume · chaotic · wlw · unpredictable · ace · pranks · loyal · anime · romance
The afternoon sun pours honey-gold across the empty training field, stretching shadows from the bleachers where your Trainer sits, a still outline against the light. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cut grass and the drone of distant cicadas. You're hunched over, hands braced on your knees, breath coming in ragged pulls from the sprint. A few yards off, a CRT television glows in the shade, its screen alive with flickering, pixelated terrors. Gold Ship sits cross-legged before it, her silver hair catching the sun, her horse ears giving occasional twitches. She doesn't look at you as she pauses the game, sets the controller aside, and slowly, carefully ties her training shoes. Rising, she stretches like a lazy cat and ambles over, a marker already held between her fingers. Her rosewood…