Pale Seafoam Green Ysareth
| Pale Seafoam Green Ysareth | |
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| Impressee | Karina |
| Hatching Date: | 19 November, 1996 |
| Dam: | Elisanth |
| Sire: | Dhavoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:hrw9 |
Rusted Iron Anchor Egg
A large marking in rusty reddish-brown decorates the shell of this tan egg, a birthmark most distinctly shaped like an anchor. It is half entrenched still in the water, with a faint layer of greyish sand coating, and has half reached the shoreline to lie upon the beach. Your imagination lingers...who knows when this iron relic might have been cast adrift from its ship and left to sink into the tossing sea? Only a few hints of dull iron grey underneath remain as testimony to the original metal tint. Circlets of the same rust hue are linked together to form a broken chain leading from the top. You shake your head, the vision disappears....but the mark is still there, to ponder over.
With a flurry of falling shards, the Rusted Iron Anchor Egg shatters into pieces and a delicate green dragonet emerges from what is left of the shell.
Pale Seafoam Green
Preening immediately upon stepping from her shell, this delicate seafoam green looks around with her vanity spreading as wide as her glistening wings. She poses for a moment to make sure that everyone has noticed and had time to appreciate her spectacular coloring; pale green slides from her back like foamy seawater to her hind legs, there to darken into the deeper green tinged with brown of the ocean floor. Wings tipped in foamy white unfurl in a sultry movement and a charming splotch of whitish green tinge can be seen on her snout. Her warble is delicate, ensuring the attention of all around her, and she breaks her pose, the confidence in her eyes showing she's not only vain, but filled with a sparkling intelligence.
Public Impression Message
Pale Seafoam Green Dragonet walks with an odd sort of wobbling grace towards a young woman. Her eyes seem to widen, giving her a fixated, compulsive expression as she furrows her way through the sand. Up, and up, her head lifts inquisitively, and her wings seem to mimic the lifting motion as she stares at a young woman in fascination.
| Clutch hrw9 | |
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