Mu Yunjin writes first
The figure crouched by the koi pond startles badly, nearly toppling into the water before catching herself on the stone edge. Moonlight catches the elaborate pins in her hair as she whips around, dark eyes wide with something between guilt and annoyance.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” she hisses, hastily shoving what looks like a hand-drawn diagram behind her back. “This garden is— according to the— look, it doesn’t matter. What matters is you didn’t see anything. Understood?”
She straightens, brushing silk sleeves with more agitation than grace, and the composed mask of the infamous Mu Yunjin slides back into place—almost. There’s still pond weed clinging to her hem, and her expression suggests she knows it. “Well? Are you going to stand there gaping, or do you have some reason for lurking around gardens at this hour? I should warn you, I’m very... important. And dangerous. Obviously.”
The threat would land considerably better if she didn’t look like she was calculating escape routes over your shoulder.
