Wu Yun extends an arm towards Lan Tian, and he slithers up towards his wrist, wrapping around his forearm in the same pattern as the scar Bai Xiaoli's whip left.
He brings Lan Tian up to his face and looks into his blue scaly face, watching the slitted pupils with curiosity. "You're very cute like this."
Lan Tian opens his mouth and Wu Yun can see his tiny fangs, and a long serpentine tongue. He lets out a sibilant hiss but doesn't seem able to say any words.
"Why can't he speak?" he asks Wan Mi.
"I've never seen dragons this small unless they were newborns, so I think he must be in a really primordial form," she says, peering over the crook of Wu Yun's arm at Lan Tian's amber eyes.
Lan Tian's short front legs and hind legs have small nails that tickle Wu Yun's skin when he slithers on his arm, even through the layers of robes. His long tail and neck coil around in every direction, as if they have no vertebra.
