Snowfield Sonata Blue Fjornth
| Snowfield Sonata Blue Fjornth | |
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| Impressee | M'dron |
| Hatching Date: | 2 December, 2001 |
| Dam: | Jenryth |
| Sire: | Dzurath |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:hrw17 |
Acrobatic Aerobic Egg
Acrobatic Aerobic Egg is no long whole for an energetic Blue dragonet has hatched.
Snowfield Sonata Blue
Sweetly spiraling threads of powder blue trill joyously over the silent moonlight and cream expanse of slim hips and lithe shoulders. Faintly, the faded blues drift in curling, thicker ribbons, down the angular forearms, further marring the purity with a soft staccato of steel and lilac dapples like so many footprints in an otherwise untouched snowfield. His limbs are slight and fine boned, his ribs showing as soft ripples under the flawless glow of his faded honey hued hide. Wintry soft shadows with drifts of lavender mingling with blues march exquisitely along the underside of his tail and trim stomach up to his chin where it fades to startling pure hue. A long muzzle with finely crafted features is well accented with sharp bones under the iridescent hide of his face. Muted smudges of faded blue around his eyes, dancing along his cheeks and jaws are crisscrossed with a lattice of brilliant golden lines give him a most artful expression. Each limb ends in sharp black talons; the fingers stained in deep sapphire tones that swiftly melt into the pale overtones of his body. Sleek and thin wings are long and delicate, whispering and sighing with his careful movements. The membrane as thin and transparent as a sheet of ice and when held to the light, their beautiful panes unfurled, hold twisting clusters of golden bits, like caught autumn leaves.
Public Impression Message
Snowfield Sonata Blue has gotten started, and now it seems he might not stop. Right leg, left fore, a wing! No, that's not good. Too fast, too far forward. Down he goes again, skidding a bit, neck stretched out and wings askew. He lifts his head, gives it a good shake and peers up at the watching candidates. Wait. There. That one. Whirling eyes on a boy in a robe that's poorly fitted, he gathers himself to his feet again, and approaches, much more slowly.
The Snowfield Sonata Blue takes a closer look at a tall boy with very light blue eyes and unruly hair.
| Clutch hrw17 | |
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