"Yes."
"Do you have a name?"
Dumbstruck, the pink candle dragon scratched its head. "I think I do. What is it, again?"
Di Hao waited patiently for it to recall its name.
But as he waited, he noticed that the scales on the candle dragon's head were about to be scratched off! "I think my name is Little Pink!" It finally remembered.
The simple form of its name reminded Di Hao of his mother's naming habit.
Could the candle dragon be one of his mother's pets?
From the images of his Tracing Spell, his mother once said that every God of Creation would carry a candle dragon as his or her pet. She used to have one, but it died during her sleep.
Perhaps the candle dragon survived, after all, and got stranded in the desert.
However, if it used to be his mother's pet, it should be able to recognize the lady in white. Its confusion clearly showed that it did not know her at all.