Fretted Glass Green Srailath
| Fretted Glass Green Srailath | |
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| Impressee | Kelreis |
| Hatching Date: | 16 March, 2003 |
| Dam: | Lhiannonth |
| Sire: | Taralyth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:hrw19 |
| Egg Credit: | Ysabel |
Weaver's Loom Egg
Lhiannonth is interrupted in the middle of piling sand around her latest by another contraction. Rumbling to Taralyth she lets the bronze take over, stepping back as her dark gold hide quivers. Eyes half-closing in concentration, she shifts uncomfortably just before a colorful egg joins the others in the sand. With a satisfied whuff she quickly scoops the sand onto it.
The creamy beige hues of well sanded wood are splashed evenly across the smooth surface of this egg, providing a background against which straight lines of black and blue appear to be stretched. These 'warp threads' are neatly bisected by horizontal lines in a rainbow of colors, from the red glimmer of a ruby's depths to the blue shades of a Harper's tunic. At first glance this eye-catching mass of color and line appears disorderly and unruly, but upon closer inspection the order and beauty of the weaver's work become apparent.
Like the final threads in a quilt unraveling so the pieces may separate the growing cracks across Weaver's Loom Egg meet and the shards fall away. A small, anxious looking green is left to gaze startled at the sands.
Fretted Glass Green
Ichor pulses strong and swift beneath the sharp-eyed dragonet's glassy hide, echoed by a fine-drawn fretwork of deeper green; that overlay intensifies her innate cool aquamarine, most concentrated down the fragile flesh of her neck and within the inner curve of her flanks, quite as if some sharp quill had picked out every vein and artery for further study. That coloration extends to her long wings, though translucent as they are, they're more apt to catch and reflect what's about her, whether that's dark stone or blue sky or the mingled hues of her brethren; by contrast, her spinal ridges are as unwaveringly dark as her talons, the green all but black with their very edges brushed by gold. Moderate in proportion, immoderate in motivation, she's a blunt-muzzled little creature with as much anxiety to grow out of as a long tail to grow into.
Public Impression Message
Fretted Glass Green doesn't so much croon as chirp, then, with relief - and then those bright eyes whirl into blue-centered rainbows, and her wings mantle up, as if to block all the world from her beloved's sight.
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