Pure Pattern of Lace Green Freyath
| Pure Pattern of Lace Green Freyath | |
|---|---|
| Impressee | Elie |
| Hatching Date: | 29 January, 2001 |
| Dam: | Temornath |
| Sire: | Yanaleth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:hrw16 |
Contents
Goblet of Wine Egg
Dark lines streak across the Goblet of Wine Egg like lightning, forming a fine mesh of lines across its surface. It seems impossible that it could hold together, impossible that it could freeze so close to hatchingand yet it does. Time stretches out like a held breath and still the Goblet of Wine Egg is quiet. Then, with a sound that is almost a sigh, the shell falls away and the reluctant occupant emerges, blinking in the light.
Pure Pattern of Lace Green
A bugled high, pure note demands that attention turn to this most delicate of greens. She holds her finely crafted wings high, as if dirtying them on the sands would defile their purity. This young dragonet's coloring is very distinct, with an emerald, almost bright hue covering her hide from tail tip to muzzle much like the gilded green appearance of sunlight as seen through a thick canopy of summer foliage. The sails of her wings have striations of darker, truer forest green color on them, reminiscent of a complex and exquisitely designed pattern of lace. She turns, looking around herself with a haughty air, and in the process giving a clearer view of her petite headknobs and the graceful curve of her neck. Perfectly shaped eyes, deigning to grace her gaze upon those present, glance about in a certain amount of pride that is only enhanced by the aura of untouchable innocence she exudes.
Temperament
TEMPER
Public Impression Message
The Pure Pattern of Lace Green carefully inspects several of the Candidates, occasionally creeling hungrily. Nope, this one's too tall. Nope, this one has too much stuff growing out of his head. Nope, this one smells funny. Where is the special one, the one who will be her lifemate forever? Finally she finds the perfect One, the One who will love her and care for her always. She settles down in front of a Trader's daughter and trumpets a high, pure note, announcing her choice.
| Clutch hrw16 | |
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