#starbounduma

Or for the next week, actually.

I, er. May or may not be able to even walk normally or train for the next week too.

..I'm sorry if you were looking forward to it. Trust me, I was too.

~ @thebrightestvessel

Giving up prematurely~? I thought you were better than that, Ve-

What. Happened. Care to explain why you look like the aftermath of a fucking paper shredder? Or why you seem to be on the verge of tears just standing right now? It’s been maybe three hours since I last saw you, and most umas are training right about now. And don’t even try to say that you fell or that you were “just training”. I’m not stupid, White Vessel.

..I'm getting a little rusty, and I want to see if my devotion is giving me anything good regarding that.

I may or may not have gotten last place on my most recent race.

~ @thebrightestvessel

I am Star Eleven, the uma guided by the stars. I aim to become the first - and fastest - uma guided by none other than space itself and the science that holds it together. If you do not stand by my study, expect to fall behind me on the track.

There's a faint knock on the door, you can faintly hear rustling from the other side.

The better question is... do you entertain this stranger, or do you stay quiet?

*Eleven looks up, annoyed that someone had the audacity to bother her while she was studying. Usually, she’d just loudly ask if it was her trainer or ignore it. But she felt inclined to be nice this time. She got up, stretching for the first time in hours.*

I swear, if it’s just one more stranger demanding to know my sexuality again. So who do you think you are to interpret me while I’m b-

*Instead of someone with their full face hidden, Eleven was immediately bet with a medium sized bouquet of flowers. Her favorite flowers, to be exact. The neatly wrapped bundle of lilac, lavender and honeysuckle was practically shoved into her face. A warmth that she would never confess to spread across her cheeks as she gently took the flowers and revealed the person who had given them to her.*

*She wasn’t sure who she was expecting to see behind the gift, but she did know that she wasn’t expecting White Vessel. Standing there. Thrusting the bouquet at her like an offering to some unknown deity or the male lead in some trashy coming-of-age romcom. She swallowed, throat suddenly far too dry as she tried to regain her telltale unbothered mask.*

..hi.

Vessel pauses, fidgeting with her hands as she struggles.

Sorry for showing up again so suddenly, I just wanted to tell you- ask? Is that it? I wanted to ask you something.

I found this really pretty area near the Academy, and it's great for training. I wanted to ask.. Would you want to train with me there? Later today?

It'd be at 7 PM, and um- The address is [//pretend this is an actual address]. I can write it down or text you if you forget, anything works. It's- It's way later because it gets prettier at night, and I guess you'd get more guts running from animals out there... Ah, sorry-

Will you go with me? Please?

*Eleven went red, mismatched eyes going wide. Her ears twitched, like she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. She blinked, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as she processed what her rival (although it doesn’t feel right to call them that. It never had) had offered her. She didn’t remember stepping closer, or taking the devotee’s hand in her own. She could barely think over the rampant sound of her heart thudding against her chest.*

Yes!- holy fuck- I mean- ….hi. Yes. I’d like to go with you. Text me the address. Wear something nice. Don’t be late. I’ll be counting on you. Don’t keep me waiting, okay?

*When had she gotten so good at that? Was she always good at that? Vessel’s hands were soft. Had she been holding them for too long? Her mind raced as she stared into those seemingly endless blue eyes. Like irises built directly from the space between stars. She wouldn’t mind getting sucked into there. She wouldn’t mind melting into the white-haired uma. She wanted to intertwine with her so deeply that their cells merged. Was this what she had been hiding from herself? She couldn’t name one good reason why she’d denied herself such a feeling.*

Hello. Ive studied you since I got here, an ive notice quite a lot about you that you may not have noticed.

[She hands eleven the notebook]

Read it, please.

-@aerosasribbon

Ah, Aerosa. To what do I owe the pleasure?

*she takes the notebook, eyes widening with interest as she skims the contents. Pages upon pages of detailed notes on her speed, running form, behavioral habits and more. She hums approvingly at the book before looking up to meet Aerosas eyes again.*