Midnight Grasslands Green Isath
| Midnight Grasslands Green Isath | |
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| Impressee | Meara |
| Hatching Date: | 29 January, 1999 |
| Current Age: | 87 turns |
| Egg Name: | Gawdy Gladsome Gypsy Egg |
| Size: | 21.2 feet |
| Dam: | Herath |
| Sire: | Talibenth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:1 |
A soft summer wind rushes through the night, an invisible dancer pushing through the grasslands of the Telgar Plains. The deep green shade of this dragon seems to ripple, patterns traced across endless fields. Great waves of grass blades, greyish green under the faint starlight of a night sky, weave across her sides, billowing over her flanks where the midnight depths are exposed in a sudden downdraft. Whirlwinds trace ebony spirals over her fragile seeming wings, as the impatient gusts scour over her, lighter green chasing beside where grass lies flattened. Her legs deepen to earthy darkness, plunged into Pern's rich loam to serve as an anchor whenever she is on the ground. The rise of her proud and graceful neck is unyielding to the whimsical fancy of the night's wind. Racing up the strong arch towards her head of nocturnal green, gusts of wind chase wild patters in grassy fields before leaping skyward yet again. Lit by Belior's silver light, her neckridges gleam with seed tufts coaxed into a complex dance by the tantalizing breeze, to be teased into a fury of liquid light over the crests of her eye ridges.
Gawdy Gladsome Gypsy Egg
At last the tempest battering the hardened shell of the Gawdy Gladsome Gypsy Egg from within is victorious, and striations across the eggs surface widen. All in a rush, shell fragments are scattered to the wind, revealing the dark hatchling within.
Midnight Grasslands Green
A soft summer wind rushes through the night, an invisible dancer pushing through the grasslands of the Telgar Plains. The deep green shade of this dragon seems to ripple, patterns traced across endless fields. Great waves of grass blades, greyish green under the faint starlight of a night sky, weave across her sides, billowing over her flanks where the midnight depths are exposed in a sudden downdraft. Whirlwinds trace ebony spirals over her fragile seeming wings, as the impatient gusts scour over her, lighter green chasing beside where grass lies flattened. Her legs deepen to earthy darkness, plunged into Pern's rich loam to serve as an anchor whenever she is on the ground. The rise of her proud and graceful neck is unyielding to the whimsical fancy of the night's wind. Racing up the strong arch towards her head of nocturnal green, gusts of wind chase wild patters in grassy fields before leaping skyward yet again. Lit by Belior's silver light, her neckridges gleam with seed tufts coaxed into a complex dance by the tantalizing breeze, to be teased into a fury of liquid light over the crests of her eye ridges.
Public Impression Message
Midnight Grasslands Green Hatchling moves past the flanking row of candidates, before pausing at a creamy-skinned, befreckled lass with long dark hair and dark eyes. Red-whorled eyes intent, she croons plaintively.
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