Yet something felt. . . off.
The way her right foot sprung off the turf didnt feel correct. So, the Empress slowed to a stop-- her foot grinding against the grass. Was her shoe simply off?
❝. . . .❞
Talk about a bad omen.
Air Groove?
She was as quiet as could be--
Despite it being far too early for any sane individual to be awake, here she was; casually jogging around the track.
Track suit?
It fit like a glove.
Cleats? They were properly maintained; as one would expect.
//; Just a small warning; my activity tends to die during the week. Especially during this time of year.
Flu season is busy season when you work in healthcare.
Thank you for understanding.
//; Just a small warning; my activity tends to die during the week. Especially during this time of year.
Flu season is busy season when you work in healthcare.
Thank you for understanding.
❝The leaves will begin to turn soon-- not too much longer. Fall is creeping its head in.
. . . Which means both the Japan Cup and Autumn Tenno Sho are right around the corner.❞
❝. . . We need to find a better method to enforce the 'No running in the halls' rule. A few of the girls had a nasty collision the other day.
Detention?
A five thousand word essay?
Mmmn. . .❞
The turf is heavier, softer, and more undulating.❞
Another very /small/ sip passed her lips. Too much sugar. . . her tail nearly stood straight up.
❝So, it only stands to reason that training methods and strategies would differ as well.❞
❝I see.
Truthfully, that makes sense.❞
Air Groove shifted her position, left leg crossed over the right. Eyes? They were glued to the trainer from where she sat.
❝Turf types differ between countries. Here? The turf is faster, firmer, and more uniform. In Europe?
Don't choke.❞
Air Groove might have seemed harsh. And sure, some might have called her bitchy. But at her core? At her core, the Uma truly cared for those around her.
❝I don't consider that to be the issue here. After all, most of us Uma also eat our fair share. Some more than others.❞
A certain Gray Monster had come to mind--. Alas, Air Groove sat back down.
❝My issue is the lack of control-- the haste. Slow down and enjoy the food.
"Mm-?"
She did as directed, not moving until whatever food residue was on her face was no more.
After that, her ears fell flat a little...
"S-Sorry... I'm a bit of... no, I'm a very big glutton. Sometimes I just get lost in the food that's in front of me."
@SymMoonRudolf ❝Of all people, I am more than aware of just how capable you are, Rudolf.❞ That was correct, complaints were pointless. The Empress got her way and slowly sat back down. ❝That doesn't mean others can't--. . . N-No, I am not nervous.❞ Nervous? Thy name was thee.
❝Sit still.❞ 💢
Grabbing a napkin, the mare leaned in. Upon the <readers> face, a few crumbs lingered. Crumbs that would soon plague them no longer.
❝. . . Don't be so careless. Slow down. Actually enjoy the food.❞
❝Sit still.❞ 💢
Grabbing a napkin, the mare leaned in. Upon the <readers> face, a few crumbs lingered. Crumbs that would soon plague them no longer.
❝. . . Don't be so careless. Slow down. Actually enjoy the food.❞