Lifen had nothing better to do today, or so she decided when she had woken up in a mood - one that consisted of her feeling like doing nothing artisan-wise, and just finding a certain Conquest member and catching up with her. She had seen the little Scholar in the Jungle, and had momentarily attempted to steer her childhood friend to his cousin, but had lost her afterwards. She was very invested in knowing how her little Yuzhi was.
Holding a watering can in one hand, she walked towards the small district of tents that the Scholars had taen for themselves, the smell of ink and books a little stronger than - say - the main tent where everyone rested themselves at night. It felt like home to the little Artisan woman, who had been raised by a Scholar mother, and who had seen five sisters become Scholars also. It hurt a little.
Clearing her throat she peered in, eyebrows raised a little, mismatched eyes not sticking on anything too long.
"Yu~zhi, are you here?" she singsonged, in her usual hushed tone. She didn't want to bother anyone, she just wanted to borrow her. For a bit. To talk.
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