First Margarita of the Morning Green Iyveth
| First Margarita of the Morning Green Iyveth | |
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| Impressee | Arana |
| Hatching Date: | 28 January, 2000 |
| Dam: | Yventh |
| Sire: | Silventh |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:hrw14 |
| Egg Credit: | Spiriel |
The Settling of Eventide Egg
Midnight black covers this egg, cloaking it in the darkness of eventide. No stars light up the blackness, the night has taken over. But light is coming from somewhere, cutting through the darkness, as streams of flame flow across the egg. Near the edges of the crimson flames the 'sky' is as light as day, steadily darkening to gray shadows farther from the unnatural light, back to the blackness that even flames cannot destroy.
The long cracks on the The Settling of Eventide Egg finally circumnavigate its shell, and the two halves fall away to reveal a glistening green dragonet, already spreading her wings open to dry them.
First Margarita of the Morning Green
Bright, nearly fluorescent green is dominant in her hide, with a prominent sheen remaining from the egg, like condensation on the outside of a glass. Although just beginning her life, this dragonet looks decidedly tired, as if she's already been the life of the party for the majority of her existence. Her wings are dappled, giving the suggestion of a slushy texture, with several different shades of light green distributed haphazardly -- drunkenly, nearly -- on the sails. Her belly is a pure field of the more prevalent fluorescence, with no textured appearance, as if the slush that makes her wings so fascinating has melted towards her underside. The young green dragonet staggers slightly as she leaves her shell, but holds her head up nonetheless -- it's been a long night, for certain, but she's determined to continue the fun.
Public Impression Message
With her wedge-shaped head lifted high to maintain a regal air, the delightful Green doesn't realize that her walk is a bit ... well, less than arrow straight. The draconic expression takes on a look of determination as she resolutely corrects her course. It seems that she has found who she is looking for, if only she can get there non-dizzily.
| Clutch hrw14 | |
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