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|name=Antique Lace Green Vessyth | |name=Antique Lace Green Vessyth | ||
|date=1994.03.23 | |date=1994.03.23 | ||
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|egg=Small, Bright Yellow Egg | |egg=Small, Bright Yellow Egg | ||
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== Small, Bright Yellow Egg == | == Small, Bright Yellow Egg == | ||
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Antique Lace Green Dragonet looks up at Lyre and tries to stand back up, but is a little too weak. She creels softly. | Antique Lace Green Dragonet looks up at Lyre and tries to stand back up, but is a little too weak. She creels softly. | ||
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Latest revision as of 09:19, 21 January 2016
| Antique Lace Green Vessyth | |
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| Impressee | L'rel |
| Hatching Date: | 23 March, 1994 |
| Dam: | Lyrith |
| Sire: | Jeth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:hrw4 |
Small, Bright Yellow Egg
Your eye is immediately drawn to this smallish egg. What it lacks in size it certainly makes up for in color. Mostly an almost blinding shade of yellow, it is splashed with shades of orange and red that are almost as bright. Those splashes look almost like someone accidentally spilled a few buckets of paint on it.
A delicate lattice-work of cracks crisscrosses across this egg before it seems to melt silently away from an Antique Lace Green dragonet. She turns her graceful neck for one last look at the shards of the egg that was once her home, before looking towards the group of Candidates.
Antique Lace Green
Stepping out of her shards with a grace rarely seen in a new hatchling, this dainty green dragonet carefully takes her first steps into her new world. As she spreads her delicate wings, the copper undertones of her hide reflect the light of the moon and give the appearance of a antique lace pattern which weaves its way from wingtip to wingtip and up her slender neck. Her eyes gaze out over the assembled candidates with what appears to be the wisdom of one-hundred turns as she slowly makes her way towards them.
Public Impression Message
Antique Lace Green Dragonet looks up at Lyre and tries to stand back up, but is a little too weak. She creels softly.
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