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Having set up a couple of targets, Ianthe is practicing her shooting, sending arrow after arrow downrange to impact the hay bales. Nobody she can see is around, so she doesn't have to be too careful about making sure she doesn't hit anyone foolish enough to walk between her and the targets.
And lo, arriveth Teagan, with Sturm in tow. "... really glad to see y'all getting along," and their tone is sort of an admission, the corners of their mouth curving up just a ittle. "Sharing food is sort of a thing, with Significant. Whose plate was it?" So that at least gives Sturm a little context for how long Teagan was benevolently stalking their conversation. They've got their hands in their pockets, looking sidelong at the big Snowskin, and then take one hand out of their pocket to raise it to Ianthe in greeting. "Fancy running into you again."
"Oh, it was mine. Just finished working a shift, so I'd been there through lunch. Didn't realize sharing food was a thing, though. Was just trying to be cool." Sturm's got both hands shoved unto her front pockets, and she nods at Ianthe in greeting. "Felt good to have a real fuckin' conversation, though. Rather than just... posturing?" The Jotunn eyes the bow - and the targets that Ianthe has left looking like pin cushions. Her soft smile disappears as she gets closer, and Sturm adopts the frown she's well known for. "Nice shot."
"Hey, Teagan, Sturm. How've you been?" Ianthe waves at the pair, shouldering her bow. "Thanks, by the way." She adds at the compliment, crossing to the bales to retrieve the arrows and return them to her quiver. "I heard you and Hyena sparred, how'd that go?"
"I mean, it's a good thing," Teagan assures Sturm, bumping their shoulder against her arm, probably not far above her elbow because Sturm is way taller than them, even though Teagan's six freakin' feet tall. "There's a reason why 'breaking bread' is a big deal." Laughter rolls out of their throat when Sturm refers to how she'd related to Sigrun previously as 'posturing' on both sides. "Yeah, I can imagine." When the frown makes its reappearance, Teagan's mouth curves up a little more on one side. "Good, good. Nice shot, for sure."
A snort at the last question. "Clash of the fucking Titans."
"Absolutely. Feels good to have the air clearer than it was before. Even got a good look at her tattoos - which was helpful. June tried to describe 'em, but..." Beat. "You know how it goes. Punched her. She punched me. It was fun." Sturm shrugs. She not one to spar and tell when the opponent is a friend. She'll let Teagan play hype-friend instead - they're probably much better at it anyway.
"Yeah, I know. I sparred with her a few weeks back. She's better than me, unarmed, but, well. Most of my practice at up close stuff has been with a blade, not my fists." Not that Ianthe is very often actually unarmed, even when sparring. She glances between the two of them. "Didn't know you and Sigrún were starting to get along, though."
"Is the air clearer up there?" Teagan deadpans to Sturm, leaning their weight on one of their legs, the other sort of cocked out to one side. "Some of 'em aren't so much tattoos as they are like... the veins in the material that she was made out of? Alabaster, I think." A little sigh, and Teagan slides their hands back into the pockets of their coat.
"It was amazing, and hot as hell. Literally in a Summer way even though neither of them are Summer-- we would have been proud to have had 'em." Another one of those sighs, and they nod their head once at the latter thing. "Slowly but surely." A pause. "What's been up with you, Ianthe, other than being the badass that rides the trods on your lonesome?" It's good-natured, that ribbing.
"Yeah. It's real nice being tall. You should try it sometime if you get the chance to." Sturm's deadpan game is strong, Teagan. Maybe stronger than yours. "Might ask you some more questions about that later when I'm actually working, though."
There's a tinge of dark blue in Sturm's cheeks as Teagan talks up the fight. She reigns it back in, though, and nods along with their comment about how things are going with Sig - then she quirks a brow, waiting for the other summer's answer.
"Not a lot, really." Ianthe shrugs. "Teaching high school gym class. Reading up on strategy. Going to bars occasionally." She glances at Sturm. "What kind of work do you do, if you're okay with me asking?"
They stare back at Sturm, slowly blink their eyes. "Nah, I've heard about standing on the shoulders of giants, I figure I might just to that instead. Or something similar to that, anyway." Their chin tips up at Sturm then. "Absolutely. You can ask me questions about that later when you're working." Broken-mirror eyes scatter light, and they click their tongue against the roof of their mouth when Sturm blushes, their smile briefly broadening, then fading away again.
"Word, word."
"Dope. Right now I'm working security. Trying to find a steady gig, but for now it's easy enough to find work in bars. Why do you ask?" She quirks an eyebrow at Ianthe - and then looks down at Teagan, shaking her head in amusement. "Could probably carry you no problem. Just sayin'..."
"Just making conversation," Ianthe shrugs, chewing on her lip for a moment before she continues. "Actually, Teagan, there's been something I've been meaning to ask. You know how to Riddle-Kith people, right?"
"Oh, I know," Teagan agrees with a lazy laugh, hands still tucked in their pockets. "And maybe someday I'll ask you to," they fire back at Sturm lazily. A pause, and they turn their attention fully to Ianthe. "I do, yeap."
"Yep. Maybe." Sturm's hands stay firmly in her pockets, and she turns back to Ianthe, considering the question a moment before she finishes her thought in a deadpan. "Long as you don't tug on my horns, it shouldn't be too much of a problem."
Then she shuts up. To let Ianthe finish her question, not because she's pining or anything.
"Cool, um. Would you maybe be able to use it on me sometime?" Ianthe asks. "I didn't want to ask anyone in LA, but, well. I figure I can trust you not to be an asshole about why I want it."
"Yep. You can." Sturm interjects quickly to vouch. "They're good."
The Mirrorskin snorts at the 'tug on my horns' comment, shaking their head as their broken-mirror eyes shimmer and sparkle. Their attention trains in on Ianthe again. Their eyebrows go up, and Teagan laughs softly. "I would be pleased to help you out." The interjection from Sturm makes their cheeks silver briefly, and they let out a puff of breath. "Thanks, C."
"Just speaking truth." Sturm gives Teagan a little nudge in the ribs with her elbow. Well, okay, it's more the shoulder, considering the difference in height. Then she goes quiet so the two can discuss the thing in question.
"Sounds like a plan, then." Ianthe lets out a relieved sigh. "Lemme grab your number so we can work out a time and stuff?"
Their eyes sparkle again, and they snort again, tipping their head sidelong toward Sturm. "Thanks, C.,' they reiterate, and then they nod to Ianthe. "Word." The Mirrorskin rattles off their number, adding, "Just send me a text with the chocolate chip cookie emoji, I'll save it as you." Beat. "That way I'll know it was you for sure 'cause ain't nobody standing around here but us three and Sturm knows I'll squint at her."
"... my number's already in your contacts, Teagan. Don't think it it'd be much of a prank - even if this was something I'd joke about." Her mouth twitches at the corner. "Y'know. If I even joked at all."
"Chocolate chip cookie emoji, got it." She grins up at Sturm - and it's definitely up, considering the Jotunn has a foot and four inches on Ianthe. "See, what I'm hearing is that you make jokes all the time, you just think it's bad for your image to admit it."
"... you could get another phone," Teagan points out drily. And when Ianthe makes her last comment? A little snicker, and Teagan turns around to hide how hard they're laughing. Just poorly. It's like they're secretly making a show of laughing.
"Well, someone never stole me a nicer phone like they said, so." She frowns, deadpan holding true. "Seems unlikely."
Sturm's hands come out of her pockets, and she crosses them over her chest. "Wouldn't need more than two hands to count the number of jokes I've told in the past six months." Beat. "So. No cigar, there."
... though the corner of her mouth twitches again. Probably at Teagan's ridiculous snickering.
"Okay, okay. No need to tell me twice." Ianthe holds up her hands in mock-surrender. "I don't smoke, anyway. Never picked up the habit, and I'm fairly sure I was Over There far longer than enough to break it, for that matter."
"Whatever, I'm pretty sure someone stole you a nice phone and like paid for a swank-ass hotel room so you could hang out and get stoned and play the Switch someone else stole for you so like... " Teagan stops laughing, stretches their neck. "A little shake of their head, a flicker of amusement through their broken-mirror eyes. "Anyway, give me a call soon, Ianthe. I'll hook you up."
Teagan, dealing those good endorphins and that sweet, sweet, gender euphoria
"Maybe they did. Maybe I'm just spoiled rotten and like to complain." Sturm rolls her shoulders. She tries to hide the fact that her smile is back out in full force again, but she's real bad about that lately. When certain folx are around. Her hands disappear back into her pockets. "Yeah - and I probably oughta get going. Got an early morning tomorrow - err, today?"
"Will do." She grins at the Mirrorskin, before glancing at Sturm. "Yeah, I probably should too. Can't run on as little sleep as I used to, especially when I have two of the larger class blocks first thing."
"I'm supposed to be home before daybreak," Teagan sighs. "Go get some sleep, Ianthe. This one owes me a ride home." And then there's a chin tipped up toward Sturm. "Come on, C."
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