Clutch:Hrw9/Eggs

Glittering Rainbow Scales Egg

A true gem among its fellows . . . this colorful egg is like a shimmering diamond, thousands of facets reflecting and refracting color upon color. Bright shades of the most vivid red fade into the most mute of purples, sliding through every color imaginable on the way. It's as if this egg were covered in the glittering scales of a tropical fish, each individual one painstakingly crafted by a hand more steady, more true; and an eye more perfect, than any you could ever imagine. Even as you tilt your head and look at it from another angle, it's as if the color shifts and moves to meet your eye, giving the impression that the bright surface of this egg is alive.

Striated Seafoam Egg

White at a distance, this egg's grooved surface swirls with palest green tints tossed upward like breakers washing harmlessly onto the beach. Mingled with peridot swirls are patches of greyish green and a whisper of blue, rather like an early morning sky nestled against the sea's horizon, where the clouds of a nighttime squall are breaking up in the promise of a cloudless day ahead. Speckles of brilliant brightness tip the seafoam swirls to evoke the image of whitecaps exploding in their natural finale against the sands.

Deep Blue Waters Egg

The darkness of the deep blue sea comes to life as you look upon this small egg. Fathomless blues dominate the entire egg and may cause one to mistake it as black from a distance or during the dark of night. However, in the light of day and from a more intimate perspective, azure blue shades seem to surge and splash at the bottom of the shell and then ebb and flow into gradually lighter blue hues towards the top. Glossy streaks of blue-greens, reminiscent of seaweed floating on a watery surface, are caught dancing across the very top of the egg.

Crustacean Tracks Egg

Warm granules of sandy brown pepper this diminutive egg like a South Boll beach basking in the radiant sunshine. Hints of watery translucent blues wash over the surface, calling to mind a rising tide. . . a tide that threatens to wash out playful tracks wending their way across the curved and tiny surface in a pattern much like a small spiderclaw would leave....sinous tracks that lead up and over the egg's horizon, disappearing eventually from view.

Stormy Slate Grey Egg

Like the turbulent winter sea, the shell of this egg is a froth of gray foam, swirled in wave upon wave of colorlessness from palest pearl mist to the somber gray of the sea as cold night begins to fall. Billowing swells of charcoal ripple through the paler shades, an angry maelstrom disrupting deceptively drab waters. All light seems to die, rather than reflect from this egg, yet its matte surface draws the eye back to it, again and again, its opacity hiding who knows what tempestuous temperament within.

Hidden Iceberg Egg

This egg is the blue-white color of an iceberg, the surrounding cold sea's surface reflected in the swirling blue color at the edges of the egg. The impression of immensity comes across in the sheer color of the iceberg, and you shiver as the image of a frozen sea far to the north enters your mind; icy wind blowing and large floating ice-islands passing in the front and sides of you. They bob in slow motion, and though large, you know that beneath the water's surface, a much larger mountain of ice resides under each iceberg. Perhaps this is a hint to what resides in this egg; much more than just what you see on the outside.

Moontouched Waters Egg

Silent, serene: pacific green cloaks this largish ovoid in pale color, marked by only scant variation. Silvery blue tinges it but faintly, lending a metallic sheen to wave-touched dapples; star-caught glimmers speckle its surface in reflective shadows, mirrored by the peaceful sea-deep. Frozen in time, caught in a night not dark, its hues shift in iridescence, a whisper of current-drawn water, waiting almost breathlessly for the slightest break in it's glassy surface.

Iridescent Creamy White Egg

Nestled in the sands as a pearl might be nestled within a shellfish, this delicate egg gleams with rich colors of white and cream that give it the appearance of glistening radiance. A luminous jewel, this is-for though all dragon eggs are precious, this gem is a treasure and a tribute to the beauty inherent in dragonkind even before birth. Faint opalescent washes of color shimmer in any light with mere hints of pastel hues; these iridescent tints hold a more subtle promise of loveliness than the lustrous splendor that is displayed on the rest of this dazzling shell.

Swirling Hurricane Egg

The eye is drawn to this egg, and captured by the seeming maelstrom of energy swirling upon its surface. An enormous ovoid, among the largest of the clutch, it is awash with a variety of grays and whites, all trailing counterclock-wise about a central point offset on the fatter end. This solitary patch glistens a calm ocean blue, like the unwinking eye of the dragon growing within. Angry streaks of storm clouds spinning away from the cerulean nexus only serve to emphasize its peaceful serenity....hinting at what might lie at the center of this egg.

Sailor's Delight Egg

Red skies at dawn are supposedly heralds of bad weather days at sea; this egg, replete with oranges and reds streaking the shell to a vibrant hue, boasts more of the reverse: a red sky at night is said to delight, which this oversized ovoid certainly seeks to do. Fiery pigments entwine in sunburst yellows, citrus orange, and flaming red to descend, like Rukbat setting at days end, toward a extensive patch of indigo resembling the ocean at dusk. Shimmering through the bluish blackness are dimmed versions of the brighter hues like sunbeams reflecting off becalmed water.

Coral Cave Egg

Hidden among its clutchmates, blanketed in darkness and mystery, teasing forth exploration like a secretive coral cave, this egg almost escapes notice. Peering closer, all that is seen at first glance is murky darkness - then a shimmer of light passes over and a quiet explosion of of color dances out in a tangled webwork of twisted, entwining coral shapes. Then, as quick as it came, the light passes and the egg fades back into obscurity...

Dried Driftwood Egg

Gnarled knots of sunbaked and sea-tossed wood pattern the shell of this egg in such a way to make it seem like a rounded piece of driftwood mistakenly placed among the other eggs. Lines of warm, light tans wind their way over the shell with shades of darker and wetter browns, while even a faint touch of green here and there hints at seaweed clinging to the surface. Bouyantly situated between several clutchmates, this immense egg rests precariously on the sands, almost as if it would drift back out to sea with the next rising tide.

Night Reflections Egg

An orb of sparkling darkness, this egg is colored a deep, dark, midnight blue. Spattered across its surface are distorted markings that remind you of reflections in water...white and silver starlight on the surface of the becalmed and darkened sea. The points spread out into fascinating patterns of squiggles and snaking lines. At one end of the egg is a roundish, blurry smear...reminiscent of a moon, rising to cast a line of silvery light on the dark, slowly moving waters, revealing the oceans secrets and perhaps, its own.

Rusted Iron Anchor Egg

A large marking in rusty reddish-brown decorates the shell of this tan egg, a birthmark most distinctly shaped like an anchor. It is half entrenched still in the water, with a faint layer of greyish sand coating, and has half reached the shoreline to lie upon the beach. Your imagination lingers...who knows when this iron relic might have been cast adrift from its ship and left to sink into the tossing sea? Only a few hints of dull iron grey underneath remain as testimony to the original metal tint. Circlets of the same rust hue are linked together to form a broken chain leading from the top. You shake your head, the vision disappears....but the mark is still there, to ponder over.

Sunshine and Seagrass Egg

Glimmering rays of filtered sunshine seem to streak through the seagreen and purple stripes waving over this shell's surface. Almost like seagrass reaching up through transluscent depths towards the golden sun hanging above the darkness of a lagoon. Green melds with blues and touches on purple and gold as the colors gently work their way around the surface, giving this egg an odd appearance, yet soothing to the eyes and to the spirit.

Vivacious Barrier Reef Egg

Broken lines of pinkish white embrace the curved surfaces of this diminutive egg to create a webbed foundation for the more aggressive shades dominating the shell. Bursts of vibrant azure, emerald, fuchsia, and amethyst dot the wavy coral lines in floral patterns, much like an undersea garden teeming with all varieties of aquatic life. Nestled within and between the vegetation are finned shapes in yellow and black, blue and red, as if utilizing the flowers to camouflage themselves from preditors, yet the atmosphere depicted within the colorful shell is vital and serene.

Scented Breeze Egg

Sand colored shell is obscured by milky swirls and the clarity of deep turquoise is lost in an airy embrace as fingers of misty translucence wrap this egg in an ephemeral veil, blurring the colors below the surface. The wisps of white are too thin to be a fog. Pale and gauzy and gilded along the edges by the lemony shade of sunlight, they waft across the egg like a gentle, scented breeze. Salt mingles with sea; the tang of citrus passes in a spicy breath of floral sweetness, sweeping around the shell to hold its contents safe, suspended in the exotic perfume of the outer world.

Surfacing Shipfish Egg Mottled, opalescent and set among a number of smaller clutchmates, this one seems to gently -leap- forth from a surrounding sea of eggs, causing you to catch your breath slightly in surprise and delight. Shadings of blue-grey, with a shine like water streaming off the gently curved surface, make this egg seem like a shipfish back breaking the surface of the water, rolling just above it, before diving back down into the depths, only to resurface elsewhere.

Shoreline Sand Message Egg

This egg is the color of the sand on the most beautiful of beaches, a light tan with sparkling hints of white and brown. Slightly curvy and linear patterns cross the egg this way and that, suggesting the markings left by the tides. The lighter sand is a baby-fine powder, and a few windy whorls cover one end as if the wind has picked up some of the grains and tossed them nearer the sea. Slight markings on its far side remind you of the sand-writing people sometimes do, scraping a message in with a stick and then watching it get washed away as a wave crashes over it.

Fathomless Midnight Blue Egg

Towards the back of the mound lies a solitary oblong egg. Few but the hardiest Seacrafters have ever seen this color: the deep bluish-green of bottomless water. Those who have do not forget it, as it calls up a great, vast longing for port, and home. The darkest parts of the shell appear black, but are really a deep, fathomless green, and small veins of dark blue swell and swirl about the eggs surface, as if it were caught in a storm, far out at sea where there are very few to witness it.

Icy North Egg

If you were to walk along the shores of the northern edges of the continent, you would leave behind the pastel, opalescent shades of bright sands and delicate seashells for tossed up stone and rock grabbing at your feet. Those who know these shores might see something familiar in this egg. Red and black bands swirl and clash together, reminiscent of the forces that create the rounded stones. As you stare, shades of blue and grey also reveal themselves. The dark colors and matte features of the egg lend it a strength of presence and aura of survival, much like that necessary to survive in the northern most waters.

Solitary Shape Egg

At first glance, this small two-toned egg appears non-descript: the light blue which covers most of it is broken only by a gentle curve of glistening silver-grey. Reflecting light makes the grey shape appear to move gracefully across the rest of the egg, much like a small fish through clear blue water. It's as if you could reach out a hand and simply touch the fluid shape . . . but at the last minute, you draw your hand back, so as not to disturb the shell's placid surface and the life moving within.

Top of the Masthead Egg

Circling, rocking, weaving and rolling, this egg is a poem of stable mobility. A dizzying maze of lines and spars traces a graceful pattern across the shell, following a design that, though dictated by nature, seems somehow mechanical, mathematical, stark in its complexity. Sunlight touches ivory canvas in a curving canopy of breathtaking beauty; blue sky breaks through to touch the sea below; sturdy wood and sisal suspend the view between up and down, heaven and earth. And through the rigging comes a rustle of red, sweeping through the pale like a pennant in a gale, laughing, exhiliarated, intoxicated by the wind.

Hissing Threadfall Egg

A first glance at this small egg causes a shudder to come over you, and your skin to crawl, as its muted surface mingles the grey, slick color of Thread with the blue waves and white froth of the oceans surface. A reluctant step forward for a closer look, and the silvery mass seems to writhe and move before your very eyes. A hissing comes to your ears, the sound that the menacing rain makes on contact with the open water. Horrified fascination holds you there, wondering if this egg could hold anything of value with an appearance so repugnant.

Shimmering Fingerlings Egg

What's that? A flash of brilliant brightness in a calm, dark sea of deep blues? There it was again! And there, another one! The stillness of the depths of this egg seem to be constantly interrupted by flashes of light. Small, swift fingerlings dart this way and that across the blueness, covering the shell with tantilizing flashes of their silvery scales, reflecting the cold light from a double moon high in the sky above. Bright indeed must be what lays underneath these egg-shaped waves.

Lighthouse Beacon Egg

Soft swirls of white and black climb the sloping sides, circling in a spiral pattern toward the gently pointed top; green and brown spatter the base, anchoring the egg in the sandy nest where it lies, slightly tilted, like a leaning lighthouse tower. True to the illusion, golden yellow illuminates the peak. It draws attention and calls the eyes, a bright beacon to attract a lost traveler, guiding the itinerant soul to the safety of its inner harbor and the solace of Impression to be found therein.

Seaweed Tangle Egg

The muted green tones of this egg appear like a twisted mass of sea plants, cavorting and moving with the shifting of the waters around it. The pastel blue of the water is like the sea at midday, and the pale greens and browns of the seaweed curl and wrap lovingly around this egg's surface, ensnaring it much like a boat on the open sea can be captured by an errant clump of seaweed. And just as seaweed can suddenly unwrap and leave with the currents, so this seaweed egg will unwrap to produce the life which is has been protecting inside.

Whirling Subsidience Egg

A placid whirl? I think not! Not even the rapid spinning of a dragon's eye could prepare you for this sight . . . as if some invisible hand reached down and took hold of the great Northern Subsidience, pulling it free from any watery trappings, and throwing it onto the surface of this egg. Swirls of every shade of blue imaginable cover this shell, from froths almost white, to deep sinister hues fading to black. And worst of all, in the very center, the heart of the powerful monster: a black funnel that pulls you deeper and deeper inside with each passing frantic heartbeat. It's all you can do to tear your eyes from the swirling mass that threatens to draw you in and keep you down forever.

Burnished Sunrise Egg

This tiny egg reminds one of the sea at sunrise, golden and shimmering with life. Whorls of peach and blue dance over a sea lit with the rising sun's red-gold glory, the gray at one end of the egg seeming to fade under it. A white-gold trail appears at the other end, like the reflection the sun makes on the water as it slightly ripples...the hypnotic movement of the waves and gentle wind. The colors blend together and leave you with an impression of vibration, of the morning sea world coming to life - the life of this sea will soon emerge from its night hideaway, much like this egg will soon open to reveal a new life.

Woven Fishing Nets Egg

Thick, rope-colored lines criss-cross the surface of this large egg, the spaces between the lines a bright cobalt blue, giving the impression of a fisherman's nets cast wide out over a favorite fishing spot. Strong knots weave the cabling together to form nets capable of bringing in sustenance for hundreds at a time, if the crafter is a careful and methodical one. As easy sometimes to bring in a load of seaweed tangle, as it is for a catch of meter-long redfin, the fisherman must be skilled and patient, knowing just where and when to cast his nets. You watch, and wait, and wonder....what will the catch be? In this case, a boundless one, to be sure.

Seashell's Secret Splendor Egg

Some seashells hold a clandestine glory behind their scalloped surface, and it is that same beautious wonder that has been captured within this egg of swirling, serene coloration. Pale pink is the strong undertone-the same pink that Rukbat sometimes casts across the rippling waters at sunset. Dancing over this delicate shade is a milky sheen of iridescence that gives the rose underneath the seeming of a warm glow. It is as if silver rays of moonlight had filtered through the depthless seas, bathing this egg in a translucent cloak of glimmering illumination.

West Winds Egg

A hint of salt tang marks this egg, crystalline white mixed with grayed basalt and roseate air. Faint ripples of pure aquamarine dance across its surface, translucent in hue; warming sunbeams arc in narrow bars, greening shadows to bright reflection. A hint of spring, misty and fresh in the air: zephyrs spin the colors to one, merging and emerging into pale pastels, constantly moving around and around and around the shell again.

Solitary Tropical Island Egg

This sandy brown and vibrant green egg sits amidst its clutchmates with the serene, unruffled calm of an untouched tropical island. Its surface is speckled in a pattern eerily like that of ocean sands under the brightest sun, splashes of green cast over the surface here and there give the illusion of tall palms casting wavering shadows over the island shores. It waits, patient and serene, oddly alone even among its mates, and the sand that surrounds it is like gentle, shallow waves lapping on its shores.

The Rusted Hulk Egg

Tilted to one side, this egg gleams with colors warm and comfortable, ranging from muted browns almost like ancient wooden timber, through deep rusts that seem to fade into black. Swirls of multicolored amber coat the surface as well, an amber much like the color of rich ales and brandy. In all, it's a mismatched looking egg, dominated by the deep reddish colors one might find in an ancient sunken ship, or in the polished burls of a well oiled bartop. Looking at it a bit longer, you think to yourself: How odd... to have thought about a bartop.

Reefed Sailing Ship Egg

It lies canted over on one side, the wider end of the oval nestled into the hot sands like a ship stranded upon a reef. The curve of the mostly white shell bells out, a single sail straining from a tall mast. A broad band of green can be seen spanning the base, just peeking out from over the sands which ruffle over it like storm tossed waves. The whole seems to be straining with desire toward motion. One can almost imagine a ship racing before the wind as the dragon growing inside will do someday, but for now it rests, trapped upon the sands.

Pale Yellow Sandy Egg

This egg is a very pale yellow with a smooth surface, the colour of fine, powdery sand in shallow, clear water. Here and there on its surface is a subtle change in the colour, producing swirls and what look like faint ripples on it. Faint blooms of pink and purple, reminiscent of anenomes, are dotted whimsically around the shell. At its base, where it rests in the sand, instead of blending in a faint wash of green makes clear the distinction between the egg and the sands.

Dead Calm Egg

Silence, unbroken by breeze or rustling whisper. Surface, untouched by ripple or broken foam. The unruffled aquamarine surface of this egg calls to mind the sea on a windless day, the sort that makes sailors despair. Dark and tranquil and deep, it holds secrets beneath its outer aspect . . .life rests beneath its surface in coraled browns and blues and greens, but is caught and undisturbed. The glassine smoothness of its shell creates an aura of simplicity and tranquility, and yet you sense that it only waits for a breath of life to ruffle its surface.

Melting Sunset Egg

The base color of this egg is a deep, midnight blue, bodering on black. Here, a glint of orange catches your eye. There, a flash of yellow. A sense of peace and the feeling of a long day well spent slips into your spirit the longer you gaze on it. The rose, blue and purple of a twilight sky mingles with the hues of red, orange, yellow and gold dancing across the dark shell, resembling nothing less than Rukbat's rays reflecting off the ocean waves at sunset as it slowly and gently melts into the sea.