Midwinter Seashore Gold Temornath
| Midwinter Seashore Gold Temornath | |
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| Impressee | Yenne |
| Hatching Date: | 26 August, 2000 |
| Dam: | Jenryth |
| Sire: | Dzurath |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:hrw15 |
Dappled Frosty Gold Egg
A shudder of anticipation trembles over the surface of the Dappled Frosty Gold Egg and then tiny lines start to appear and widen. It's not before the cracks that zig zag their way over the egg's surface compromise the structural integrity and the golden dragon is able to push her way out into the world.
Midwinter Seashore Gold
Seldom perfectly still and quiet - like the tireless lap of ocean waves against a golden bank of sand, this young queen of dragons moves forth from her egg with quick purpose and shakes herself free of frost-edged shards. The majority of this newly hatched dragonet's hide is the tincture of a northern beach's shoreline, aureate sand and tarnished sea grasses not glowing brazen under the scrutiny of a scorching summer sun but gently gilded by the benevolent gaze of a midwinter morning. Kind and gentle dignity radiates forth from the elegant grace of her saffron cloaked tail to the regal tilt of her headknob crowned head. The arete that grows from the majestic nape of her neck to the very base of her serpentine tail is much akin to seaside sand dunes carved into perfect arcs by the artistic caress of winter winds. Large yet delicate looking wingsails glisten and sparkle - a backdrop of velvety sable set with random flecks of castaway amber and ocean polished glass. The same glittering flecks that enhance her wings appear in a more rare manner over her muzzle and again on the very end of her spade shaped tail. Unconventional and yet easy to recognize as orderly and obedient to common rules - this queen carries with her a natural sort of magic that enables her to bring to light the hidden capabilities of the things and people around her.
Public Impression Message
Midwinter Seashore Gold examines a Candidate from the Weyr for a long moment before she moves through the initial circle of girls. Her whirling eyes seem to widen as she spots the wavy hair and white robe of the one she yearns for. With a silvery bugle, she stops in front of the girl, lays her wings down and gazes at the One.
The eyes of the Midwinter Seashore Gold seek out those of Yenne and find in that young girl's gaze the something that causes impression to occur.
| Clutch hrw15 | |
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