Somber Desert Bronze Roninth
| Somber Desert Bronze Roninth | |
|---|---|
| Impressee | N'dar |
| Hatching Date: | 26th August, 2000 |
| Dam: | Gold Jenryth (Matheny) of High Reaches Weyr hatched at HRW out of Gold Aurelinth (Darci) of HRW by Bronze Zyrieth (R'lym) of HRW |
| Sire: | Bronze Dzurath (S'rist) of High Reaches Weyr hatched at HRW out of Gold Jenryth (Matheny) of HRW by Bronze Chezroth (S'dar) of Telgar |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch {{{clutch}}} | |
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Egg of Journey
Not to be outdone by the eggs that have hatched before the Egg of Journey makes a great spectacle of hopping, rolling and spinning before one bronzed hindleg finally kicks a hole in the touch shell. A foreclaw and then muzzle soon follow the leg and then the egg is ripped asunder as the entire dragon is revealed.
Somber Desert Bronze
The desert in the pre-dawn light of sunrise is a silently beautiful place, a moment held suspended between the ticks of Nature's clock. This bronze, who rolls from his cracked shell, is the embodiment of this serene, somber scene, a quiet dragonet with hide mutely shining in the rich hues of metal-gilded sand. Not mute is this young fellow, merely one who will speak only when the time is right, the tick-tock moment important. Deliberate motions swing head high to peer at white-robed Candidates, one red-swirling eye passing swiftly over the unimportant blur, which is the watching audience. Just as the dewy morning desert holds only a faint promise of blistering noontime heat, this faintly yolk-wet, wrinkled hatchling is a shadow of the immense beast he will one day become.
Public Impression Message
Somber Desert Bronze wanders along the line of Candidates, taking his time and pausing here and there to regard this boy or that. No, no, none of these are good enough! I need someone strong and masculine. Wait, what is that? Down there? He hurries along the line to a tall lad from Ista, eyeing him critically. Emerald eyes. Golden hair. Rakish good looks? So is robe was obviously not made for him... so what? Does he look as good beneath it? He sticks his head under the Istan's robes, then pulls it out again. Yep, this is him! How could he pass such rakish good looks that would so enhance my own devastatingly handsome glory? He sits on his haunches and just croons up at the young man.
Impression occurs as the Somber Desert Bronze finally meets the gaze of a young lad from Ista named Evandar.
