*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔲𝔱𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢!

Japan Cup. 2018 The stadium clamored from all angles—talking, meddled with the small static from the announcement microphone that someone had poorly left on. Even on the day as bright as the stars, small flashes from cellphones were in occasional bursts amok the spectators.

Almond eye took her place in the stalls, the door closing behind her with a click, settling her in to her position. Glancing around, she saw her competition; it was going to be tough. Kitasan Black, Cheval Grand, Glory Vase, just to name a few. With a hand to her hair she quickly shook it out of her face, bouncing once or twice in her stall to get the blood flowing.

She spotted you—making your way on to the turf, and smiled. Why? Time was sure to tell.