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Smooth Carved Topaz Egg

Lhiannonth abruptly rises from where she was resting between eggs, a rumble that deepens as it continues emitting from her throat. Edging to the left a few feet she crouches over a naturally made depression in the hot sand. She stills, hide rippling, and when she moves away there's a small, yellow egg on the sand. With a low croon of approval she nudges sand closer around the base carefully.

Yellowish and rather small, this egg doesn't really attract attention at first sight. More ovoid than average, it's only when the egg is bathed in light that the purity of shape and shade are revealed. Droplet-like, it lies on the sand as if just delicately put down in a precious casket. When the sun crowns its top, its bottom is buried in a cloud of pale yellow cream. Suspended in time, this tear of Rukbat radiates a dim glow of serenity.

Cracks widen across Smooth Carved Topaz Egg, giving a glimpse of green to any who watch closely. It then gives a last, violent rock before abruptly crumbling to reveal a woeful green dragonet

Deadly Nightshade Green Kinzaith

This is no overt minx sent to flaunt all the delights of her color. It's true that she is a beauty right from the shell, gifted with extraordinarily large jeweled eyes, which give her an ingenuous air. Her hide is also wondrous to behold, a backdrop of darkest nightshade that is overlaid by a swirling stream of virescent tourmaline creating a rich depth of hue. The finely crafted arte that runs along the back of her neck is the same delicate and dangerous shade of poison hemlock that enhances her headknobs while the venomous shading of her tail leans more towards the loden side of aquamarine. Gossamer wingsails are tinted a mixture of belladonna and hemlock both blending at any meeting edge into a glittering toxin that is enhanced by the dark marine of her spars and pinions. All the physical attractions of this young creature aside she holds herself in a way that betrays a cunning curiosity with the world around her.

Public Impression Message

Deadly Nightshade Green is looking over the candidates in earnest now, though she shies from any who try to come too close. She's examining from a distance really. None, however, seem to fit her standards. Kicking the sand clumsily she stalks over to the other side of the semi-circle with a huff. Nothing decent there. But wait! What's this? A candidate is spotted and she begins to creep closer. She's discreet and almost shy about it as she approaches a lad with a pale complexion and dark hair, stopping right in front of him with a creel. Be mine?