Redtail Rise the landscape garden

Oh.

There’s purpose here.

The silence is allowed a task, a job to oversee, something that can consume her once more in work. A white woman, big, a death warrant over her head. Were Mori a more expressive person, she might have started shivering with the excitement that twisted in her veins.

As it was, she gave a sharp nod, eyes blazing beneath the white highlights above them, her mouth going from uninterested blankness to almost, almost rising.

She would stay. She would do as she was told. As it had always been, and as it always would be.