Rocky Sentinel Bronze Xavieth
| Rocky Sentinel Bronze Xavieth | |
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| Impressee | R'ven |
| Hatching Date: | 19 November, 1996 |
| Dam: | Elisanth |
| Sire: | Dhavoth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:hrw9 |
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.
With a mighty effort, a bronze dragonet forces his way through the Hidden Iceberg Egg and finally stands clear of the shell that protected his growing body.
Rocky Sentinel Bronze
This sturdy bronze dragonet stands solidly against all that might assail him. His hide's coloring makes it seem as if he was hewn out of the same rock as the Spires to guard the very Weyr itself. Dark brown forelimbs ground him as the confusion breaks over and around him, he remains firm, like rock against the relentless batterings of the sea. When he does move forward, into the opening that his patience creates in the chaos, you notice the slightly lighter shade of brown that wraps underneath him. More mature burnished bronze-green graces his wingsails, head and neck. He shares the dark black spots that seem to dance along his flanks with his sire, and his warm baritone bugle ripples across the sands. Though right now ill-proportioned and quite awkward, he promises to be as steadfast and sure as the solid rock of the Weyr he'll protect.
Public Impression Message
Rocky Sentinel Bronze Dragonet arrow swift, piercing and penetrating, each person is inspected. But there is one, and only one who is right. The bronze levers back on his hind legs, and stretches upwards beseechingly, wings slightly spread as he tries to match the height of the one for him.
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