[when that strange transformative earthquake ripples through Sidereal, it catches Lan Wangji the elder for the first time. he staggers a little where he's walking out of the garden of the villa he lives in, and braces a hand against the wall.

physically, he hasn't changed much -- the faintest pattern of scaling around his eyes, the eyes themselves slit-pupiled. his clothes differ, though, with bright green accents and leafy embroidery instead of the usual pale blue clouds.

as might be expected, he just looks around, blank-faced. you have to know him really well to read the bafflement in his microexpressions.]