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{{Dragon |weyr=HRW |impressee=Spiriel |name=Spectrum of Dawn Blue Ilandrith |date=2000.01.28 |color=Blue |egg=Eleventh Hour Egg |dam=Autumn Woodlands Gold Yventh |sire=Sun-Dried Seaweed Bronze Silventh |clutch=14 |egg credit=Matheny |body=

Eleventh Hour Egg

The guest at the supper party that arrives after dinner is served but before the dessert is cleared away, timed to get an empty plate and yet still have to watch others indulge in sweetness. So late arrived upon the sands that it's likely many had already counted the number of eggs as final and are put to the trouble of adding one more to equations and ledgers and resettling bets. Draped in a color that is never on time for the more delicate and intricate shadings of twilight and yet never seems to reach the purity of the hue of midnight. Not quite indigo and yet too dark to be sapphire the look here is definitely almost blue...or maybe purple? Even the very color of the shell lavishes somewhere in the off-center of betweenness, what sort of dragon would an egg like this hold?

Without too much more fuss, the Eleventh Hour Egg breaks open and a blue hatchling's head appears, then his body. He shakes a shard from his snout and looks about him.

Spectrum of Dawn Blue

Azure and cobalt play a smooth dance across this young blue's hide in a patterning that is not choppy, chunky or patchy in any way, but more of a smooth gloss across his entire body. Hints of purple rise from the calm waters of his hide, to ride below the ridges of his neck. An almost seamless meld from azure into violet sets off the sky-like color of the ridges. Color the lightest of early morning skies, not varying in the slightest from one to the next, tints the ridges, which are angled up sharply into a fine spire at the ends before dipping back downwards. As the arete dwindles between his wings, the ridges lend their lightness to the sails. When his wings outstretch you can see the true melding of the blue spectrum within them, at the tips it is almost the black of indigo while at the base, where they meet his hide, it is that same soft sky blue hue the shades the sails. The dark cobalt of his wing spars whose shade is lent, or so it seems, from a darker form of the color of his hide carefully separates the dawn tinctured, chromatic dispersion between wing and hide. His wings rise with a graceful, lithe appearance from his back and look to be his strongest point. The wing texture is a seeming deep engravement, or canyons, or cracks that run up and down the surface with no apparent recurrent pattern. The smoothness of his hide adds to the dappled spectrum of his wings, making this powerful yet gentle creature a sight to behold.