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Spilled Beads Egg

Josilina runs in alongside Lhiannonth, blinking in bewilderment, "What do you mean 'we have eggs'?" She demands. "What sort of answer is that? I ask you where you're going, and you say we have egg-" She breaks off as it becomes clear where they are, and Lhiannonth wastes no time in laying the first of the clutch. Blink. "Oh." Blink. "Eggs."

Shades of blue wash and ebb over this egg, varying from cobalt to almost white. If looked at straight on, the shell looks pebbled - small, round bumps rising all across it, as if beads were scattered over its exterior or as if it had goose bumps. The illusion is proven false however, if seen from an angle, where the eggs edges can be seen to be smooth. And above all, it's shiny, light reflecting slightly of the egg's surface.

As the last shards of Spilled Beads Egg finally tumble away, a green dragonet is displayed on the sands, traces of egg-goo clinging to her, but unlike many others she's free of any lingering shell bits.

Immaculate Emergence Green Pheneth

A thousand emeralds might have been melted down to deck this hatchling's frame, clinging to her like green water as she breaks from her shell. Her movements are careful, as if through a viscous liquid, every step meticulously placed. Though her wings lighten to a translucent seafoam in places - perhaps water's delicate effort to wash away her jeweled hide - deep green wins overall; it darkens to a near-black shade and seems ready to slide off scalloped edges in droplets of rich color. Talons and the tip of her tail match this growing darkness, her green dyes seeming to pool there, but her underbelly provides a cradling contrast, the verdant shades taking on a pale, creamy tint. A trace of antique gold circles her eyes, lending insight to her gaze, and the same accent follows narrow trails across her headknobs and neckridges, a hint of the brightness in this shadowed beauty.

Public Impression Message

Immaculate Emergence Green shuffles to a stop, shaking off yet another bit of annoying sand which has managed to gain purchase beneath her talons. She looks up at the two girls, peering first long at one, then at the other. It is the other that catches the Hatchlings attention...