Noontide Reverie Brown Alwyth
| Noontide Reverie Brown Alwyth | |
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| Impressee | Ro |
| Hatching Date: | 28 January, 2000 |
| Dam: | Autumn Woodlands Gold Yventh |
| Sire: | Sun-Dried Seaweed Bronze Silventh |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:14 |
| Egg Credit: | Josira |
| Clutch 14 | |
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A Still Winter Snow Egg
Emanating from this egg is a sort of coolness, the crispness evoked by standing in a field at midnight at Turn's End, watching the full moon reflecting off the full banks of newly fallen snow. What once were rocks and trees are now magical shapes under their thick white blankets - the outline of a mother dragon curled protectively around her clutch of eggs, a group of weyr women gathering withies in the spring, and a young girl bent over her sewing. Above, the sky is a black and starless cover of velvet, sinking softly against the ground's protective cover.
With a mighty effort, a brown dragonet forces his way through the A Still Winter Snow Egg and finally stands clear of the shell that protected his growing body.
Noontide Reverie Brown
A phantasm of warm sun and unshaded whimsy. A vision of full-tummy'd drowsy perfection and halcyon days perched upon the sands in shades of gold kissed brown. Amber rays of sunlight streak down over his proudly held head and flow along the saturnine curve of his neck to melt into the liquid warmth of his strongly built back. The contemplative tilt of his head couples with the musing curve of his mouth and the hypnotic whirling of his eyes to give him the appearance of one almost totally lost to a daydream. Wings glisten damply and are held close to chestnut flanks giving you only a hint at the lambent flame of color that glows over pinions and sails. As yet unwhetted talons of pure onyx grip into the hatching sands and provide some stability for the undeveloped muscles of gilded brown fore and hind legs. The clever shape of his tail floating behind russet hindquarters with a balanced sort of feline grace gives him the appearance of playfully stalking the one true candidate for his heart
Public Impression Message
The Noontide Reverie Brown Hatchling is drawn to -this- one, this one who giggles. Doesn't she realize that he is looking for her? He steps up to her decidedly and butts into her with his forehead, gently.
