All the hustle and bustle of Lotus Pier isn't something he'd forgotten over the years, but given how long it'd been since he himself had visited, it is initially somewhat jarring. The longer Lan Sizhui spends scurrying around between stalls, collecting trinkets, incense, ribbons, food— whatever his fathers allow, he gets, even paying with his own money despite how much he knows they enjoy spoiling him; it's after he's taken his things, put them away and parted ways with Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian that he wanders.
Not far, obviously, just outside the marketplace every so often to see the boats on the docks, watch children flying kites and view the lotuses.
This, of course, means he doesn't go away empty-handed; there's a big purple lotus in his hair and a bag of seeds in one hand, the latter of which gets tucked away in his sleeve for later snacking whenever he isn't distracted by other activities. Including but not limited to: an elderly fellow coaxing him to sample some tea, someone bargaining with toys, a young lady selling cute bunny-shaped candies that he absolutely has to have and—
Wait, why does that person out of the corner of his eye look familiar? (Because that's most certainly Jin Ling, meandering around with his dog in tow, who's just as distinguishable.) Goodness gracious, it really has been a while now, considering how Jin Ling's been busy with sect leader duties and Sizhui's had his own preoccupations being one of the eldest disciples training underneath Hanguang-jun. His fellow junior looks... quite different now, actually? Taller, more filled-out, wearing nicer robes than himself even if in his defense, he's freed of his responsibilities for a while. Alongside his simple two-layered pale blue and white robes, all his hair is pulled atop his head in a high ponytail, far different from its usual half-up topknot.
Sizhui's face has filled out a bit more too, still recognizably youthful yet changed with age, and he might've grown an inch or two. “Jin Ling!” he calls, lifting a hand to wave. Unfortunately, in spite of gaining some extra height, it doesn't help him at all whenever a tall man with a cart obscures the line of sight.
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Not far, obviously, just outside the marketplace every so often to see the boats on the docks, watch children flying kites and view the lotuses.
This, of course, means he doesn't go away empty-handed; there's a big purple lotus in his hair and a bag of seeds in one hand, the latter of which gets tucked away in his sleeve for later snacking whenever he isn't distracted by other activities. Including but not limited to: an elderly fellow coaxing him to sample some tea, someone bargaining with toys, a young lady selling cute bunny-shaped candies that he absolutely has to have and—
Wait, why does that person out of the corner of his eye look familiar? (Because that's most certainly Jin Ling, meandering around with his dog in tow, who's just as distinguishable.) Goodness gracious, it really has been a while now, considering how Jin Ling's been busy with sect leader duties and Sizhui's had his own preoccupations being one of the eldest disciples training underneath Hanguang-jun. His fellow junior looks... quite different now, actually? Taller, more filled-out, wearing nicer robes than himself even if in his defense, he's freed of his responsibilities for a while. Alongside his simple two-layered pale blue and white robes, all his hair is pulled atop his head in a high ponytail, far different from its usual half-up topknot.
Sizhui's face has filled out a bit more too, still recognizably youthful yet changed with age, and he might've grown an inch or two. “Jin Ling!” he calls, lifting a hand to wave. Unfortunately, in spite of gaining some extra height, it doesn't help him at all whenever a tall man with a cart obscures the line of sight.