Redtail Rise the landscape garden

You are?

Interesting question, that. Might as well be truthful.

Mori. The response is said, voice choking, the syllables grating like metal on a whetstone. She hasn’t spoken in days, and even the last time she did, it was to give an answer much like the one she just handed over. She came closer, face remaining impassive, sharp and defined. There’s something to be found in kinship with the sharp way the rust blood woman spoke.

Mori inclined her head, trying to indicate that her question was the same, in reverse.