Transformation!

Under the night sky, their pact was sealed. As allies, Bruce and Weiya ventured forth, each step a testament to their intertwined destinies and the battles that lay ahead in the quest for freedom and family.

"A matter of months have passed since then. I've stepped into my fifth year, transcending the bounds of dragon infancy to embrace my youth," Bruce replied, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation, a reflection of his surprise at the unusual curiosity in Weima's mixed-blood loli dragon eyes. "So you see, I'm not the baby dragon you thought I was, but rather a young dragon, ripe with potential as I am now five years old."

"Ah, I see, a five-year-old young dragon then," Weima conceded with a an amused smile on her face after a brief pause, her voice softening, "I won't tease you any longer. But, tell me, after the black dragon Kasavia exiled your mother, have you heard anything about her? Any whispers of her whereabouts?"