Nocturne Summit (m) This is why we can't have nice things, darling.

Ibis paused, lifting her head and looking over at him, when Penn mentions another woman. A teacher, from what he says. The woman does not find any fault in the seeking of knowledge but she feels a twist in her gut all the same. A fluttering in her chest. A brief expression of disdain crosses her face but it is merely a flicker.

That would be of help, she mentions, sounding a little spaced out. It takes a moment for the feeling to subside inside of her (and even then Ibis isn't sure if the flare of jealousy is fully gone), and ducks to investigate the grass again. This time she is slow, making a deliberate path that would cut close to his own search.

If you see anything you recognize... I mean.