[Moon rears up in the center of his coils, his neck curved in a serpentine arch to peer down at Dan Heng. His other form lacked horns, and this one does too. No horns, big eyes and a shorter snout— for all his size and ferocity, this is a young dragon.

He rumbles, the sound thudding through the floor, and an echo speaks over Dan Heng's shoulder,]

How do I look?