gold Lhiannonth x bronze Volath - 29 January 2005

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gold Lhiannonth x bronze Volath
Approx. Age: 67 turns
Hatching: 29 January, 2005
Day 4, Month 11, Turn 6
Count: 16 eggs
Composition: 1 gold, 2 bronze, 3 brown, 4 blue, and 6 green
Egg Theme: Weather phenomenon.
Dragon Theme: Based off the eggs.

Candidates: Adanion, Aislinn, Amarie, Bidran, Elshian, Jairen, Lesra, Linnea, Sasha, Satiet, Theona, Tobias

Egg Writers: Caritha, Kylia, Josilina, Leeana, Lorany, M'rek, Pearl, Sria, V'lano

Dragon Writers: Carianna, Emilly, Josilina, Karimina, M'rek, Sria, V'lano

Dragon Puppeteers: Karimina, Kisai, V'lano.

Summery Sky Egg

Pale blue deepens to a brighter azure, a medley of shades that match that of the sky on a perfect summers day. Above this background are white shadows, airy clouds that float across the surface without any visible pattern. Looking closer, your eyes are tempted to find the shapes hidden within the cottony shapes that dot the egg here is a girl skipping, there a firelizard in flight. Yet another appears to be one of the legendary shipfish alongside a sailboat. At each angle you look, the effect is different and still mesmerizing.

Touch: Slightly warm to the touch, the surface is smooth with only the faintest hint of something else, a tickling feeling that teases your fingers as though they've brushed against soft cotton.

Sound: Only the softest of whispers can be heard, light and airy.

Credit Caritha


Twist and Shout Egg

An eerie golden glow drifts over the narrow end of this egg, interrupted by angry billows of black around the edges. One side is broken by a disturbing funnel shape that revolves out of the inky smudges, spiraling down into a cloud of brown that resembles nothing so much as dust and debris. Flecks of dingy grey and brown whip across the rest of the shell, growing more and more dense as they reach the dark vortex as they seem to be drawn helplessly to it. Along the base a few tiny blotches are almost people shaped, fleeing from the oncoming storm.

Touch: The outside of this shell seems to have blown clean by a whipping wind. It is so smooth and soft is almost seems to spin away beneath your fingertips. Sound: A conch shell raised to the ear rushes with an echo of the see, and this egg shell is somehow similar. A chaotic rushing bounces around inside, somewhere between a whistling wind and raging fury.

Credit: Kylia


Fogged-In Inlet Egg

A pale egg, swathed in cool grays and lightest blues, this little sphere at first seems painted entirely by sky. Upon closer inspection, however, it becomes plain that the milky hues only conceal undercolors of reflective blue and ponderous green, streaks of sienna and even dashes of violet, all paled to their most pastel shades by the fog that wraps them. The shapes take form as a long, narrow lake disappearing into a horizon along a perspective line formed by the curve of the egg's shell. Cradled between the gray-topped peaks, thick clouds meet water and soil, disguising whatever might live there.

Touch: The egg is smooth beneath your fingertips, varying in temperature from the shell-hardening warmth of the sands to the soothing coolness of a fallen leaf in autumn.

Sound: Try as you might, there's nothing to hear from this still and silent egg, not even the breath of a distant river.

Credit: V'lano


Fall Foliage Egg

A splash of spectacular colors draws the eye to this egg. Red, orange, gold and green are mixed together, lying one over the other, autumn leaves fallen from trees lying in windblown piles beneath a forested canopy. The warm shades blend to create new ones, blanketing the entire surface of this egg, a cacophony of hues. Camouflaged beneath the autumnal display are hints of a clear blue sky, never quite visible but yet somehow present.

Touch: Lightly textured, like fallen leaves.

Sound: You hear the sound of leaves rustling on a tree blown by a soft autumn breeze.

Credit: Caritha


Immaculate Ice Egg

In the ill-illumination of nightly hours ice has become insurgent over the land that is this egg. Dark forest greens are immobilized by a sheer casing of crystalline aegis. An imbrication of icicles is immortally imposed upon the curve of the shell, incandescent in nature the slender tendrils seem to be of no color themselves, and yet at the same time to reflect all colors back to the world as an inerrant mirror. Exposure to direct light will reveal the true, imperious inheritance of this egg, an infinity of inimitable diamond radiance in reflection.

Touch: Intensely incalescent and inlaid with indentations of indistinct insignia.

Sound: An indolent and isolated tapping from inside.

Credit: M'rek


Rolling Thunder Egg

This delicate cradle has a serenely beautiful scene upon it. With a backwash of a faint grey, there are darker swirls outlined with a very light blue embracing the little treasure. From the dark base of the egg, there is a black smudge, reaching out to the top, disappearing into the greys and leaving little spots of blue, like rain. From afar, it may look like an impending storm on an unlucky, dark field. But the closer you get, the more details you can pick out in the wild painting.

Touch: This egg feels cool underneath your fingers, unusually cool for the heat of the sands. There is a smooth surface until you reach the splatter of blues and blacks in the mid-section.

Sound: As you lay your ear upon this fragile gift, you can hear rumblings. Some faint, some booming, imitating the glorious thunderstorms.

Credit: Leeana


Winter Wonderland Egg

From afar this eggs looks plain white, its milky color seems featureless amidst the other eggs of the clutch. Yet at the same time, an icy sparkle that reflects light draws attention, showing promise of greater things than its simple appearance. Indeed the surface is nothing less than a sprinkling of flakes in a metallic silvery sheen falling over the untouched snowy surface of egg, brining to mind the beauty of a field still untouched after a blizzard has dumped its load.

Touch: Cool to the touch, the surface is not quite smooth, reminiscent the icy coating on exposed surfaces in the middle of the winter.

Sound: A peaceful silence seems to wrap you within it, until you listen closer and seem to hear a soft crunching in the distance, the first footsteps over a snowy surface.

Credit: Caritha


Northern Spectacle Egg

Dark and light all at once, this egg seems tilted by the slanted streaks of illuminated color that stretch from top to bottom, disappearing to a dark base and warm sand. Soft orange and hazy violet-blue weave away from the dark shell, surfacing from the misty surroundings to glow against pinpricks of bright, silvery white.

Touch: The shell is glassy smooth to the touch, especially surprising along the streaks of glowing color.

Sound: Eerily quiet, the world within this egg is still and watchful, waiting.

Credit: Sria


Glistening Seafoam Egg

It seems a rough day at sea has left its mark on the sandy surface of this middling-sized brown egg. Spattered with streaks of palest seafoam hue that shine and catch the light as though they're still wet, the shell wraps a slightly lopsided sphere around its precious contents. Viewed closely, pocks and divots in the glimmering streaks present the appearance of miniscule bubbles just popped or ready to burst under the faintest of breath, tossed onto the damp grit of a beach by an ocean lashed violently in hurricane winds. Beneath a calm sky now, the foamy streaks shine in the quiet after the storm.

Touch: Though the dark sandy hue of the egg suggests wetness, the slightly gritty texture of the shell is dry and warm beneath your fingers. The seafoam streaks are slick, but also dry, as if polished to a high gloss.

Sound: Only when you still your own breath to listen does the faint rushing of a retreating tide come to your ear.

Credit: V'lano


Sandy Storms Egg

In one spot, just there, the sand seems to be piled to an unusual height. Or is it? A closer look reveals that there is in fact an egg there. More buried than most, the shell's sandy coloring only serves to help camouflage it. The yellow-brown shade lightens towards the top, faint golden hues emphasized as the light hits it just so - or perhaps it's merely the sand's reflection on the shell.

Touch: The shell of this egg feels a bit like the sand around it, rough and grainy.

Sound: An almost muffled rumbling meets your ears, backed by a faint whistling, like the wind. Though perhaps it's just echoes from the cavern playing tricks on you.

Credit: Josilina


Drips and Drizzles Egg

At first glance this egg is rather bleak. A veil of murky grey dominates the small ovoid, broken occasionally by smudges of fluffy white. A darker, glistening shade of slate drizzles down from the apex of the shell, leaving uneven lines that almost look damp shimmering down the shell. In between these irregular lines droplets seem to have formed, round spots of brightness that look almost like they might be raised up from the shell's smoothness. The wider end of the egg coalesces into sodden darkness until it seems like the very sand backed around the base should be damp and chilled instead of hot and dry as it is.

Touch: Contrary to its appearance, this egg is hot and warm. Suddenly there is a little tap against your hand, just near one of those round droplet spots.

Sound: A quiet plink-tink-tap can be heard, reminiscent of a few raindrops falling on a metal roof. Either a drizzly day is trapped within the shell or tiny claws are skittering in there somewhere.

Credit: Kylia


Hellish Hail Egg

Hardly anything can be made out on this forlorn egg of gray and drear. Indeed, the main coloring of it is a depressing mottled gray, like a winter sky in the dead of the Snowy Wastes. If one is enough in the clutchmother's good graces to come closer to it, faint shapes can be made out, darker gray on lighter gray the silhouettes of dragons. The dragons' mouths are open in toothy grimaces of displeasure, and it is apparent why: small pellets of bluish-white, pale against the uniform gray, are hailstones raining upon the noble creatures. It is a vicious, cruel hail that batters at hide and stings with abyssal cold which is so intense it can almost be seen. Altogether it is certainly not among the pleasant eggs of the clutch.

Touch: If you're brave enough to touch this egg, you'll find the surface hard, smooth, and utterly unforgiving.

Sound: When you press your ear closely against the austere shell, you can be almost certain that you hear a distant wail of pain.

Credit: Pearl


Enchanted Autumn Change Egg

Swirls of subtly shaded color decorate the surface of this shell, a similar yet dissimilar blur of hues painted as though slightly faded. Burnt amber coexists equally with copper and rust, veins of dark marigold drawn in an elaborate filigree through each whorl, easing the transition to dusky rose and the dying embers of once brilliant banana yellow. Here and there among the dancing splatters linger flecks of verdant emerald, sharing space in turn with crinkled patches of tawny brown, withered fragments washed of brighter shades. Each intricate spiral appears to shift in place, unseen air currents causing the disconnected children of forest guardians to drift, a final waltz ending in silence.

Touch: Oddly, this egg is rough to the touch, an unusual pattern of faint lines smoothed over its surface that exactly follow the network of marigold spinner's webs appearing there.

Sound: A slight rustle greets your ears, the faintest shifting of foliage tossed about in an unfelt breeze.

Credit: Lorany


Off to Oz Egg

Dots of vivid red and a short streak of yellow mark the very base of the tall egg, the color all but hidden in the sand before surrendering to the more subdued end of the spectrum. Grays and browns twist around the rest of the egg in a frothing torrent, color swept from one face to the next and then around, a vortex of striated shell. The occasional patch of green surfaces between windswept dirt and cloud, along with the rare sharp corner or dark, peaked rooftop caught in the current.

Touch: The shell seems to have been knocked around a bit, for all that it sits so still - the texture is patchy and rough, brick-like in some areas and sparkling smooth in others.

Sound: As if listening to a very large seashell, an ear to this egg produces the illusion of crystal-clear sound: distant echoes of howling wind, the bang of shutters, and the faint strain of a particularly infectious melody.

Credit: Sria


Storm Tossed Sea Egg

Deep dark grays tumble into whiteness over a deep sea green background, waves crashing against rocky outcroppings on a blustery winter day. Swirling patches of silvery white create the impression of the rain swept surface of a tempestuous ocean, water murky beneath. Yet as your eyes move downwards over the egg, the storm seems to clear. The side nestled within the sand turns to aquamarine mixed with bright blue, the glassy reflection of a quiet cove, which has been sheltered completely from the elements beyond.

Touch: While the upper portion of the egg feels roughened, as though the sands of the hatching grounds have been gusting across it, the lower portion, closest to the sand, is as smooth as glass.

Sound: When your ear is pressed against the upper portion of the egg you seem to hear the sound of a storm muffled by layers of wool, murmuring that sounds almost like the howling of a squall and occasionally a louder burst as if thunder from a distance.

Credit: Caritha


Foggy Fall Egg

Feathers of fog feed a fanciful fiction over a fall flocked field. Fantastic fiends seem fated to frighten from behind each fuzzy frond of fog. Fabulous findings of color flee from direct sight, always fated to fain just further around the curve of this egg than can be directly seen. Faded Fuchsia, fissured flame, and fellis flannel fold one over the other forming a frosted forest of fickle fashion. Fossilized fern flits flirtingly from the middle of the fair shell and finally frazzles out at the bottom, fetched far away by fog.

Touch: Firm and yet fragile feeling under fingers, this shell is fenced with slightly raised frets of design.

Sound: Feather quiet, a feeble and yet felicitous festival of sound.

Credit: M'rek

Nabolese boy and petite green

With out even an indication of moment, Winter Wonderland Egg suddenly breaks into thousands of pieces revealing a petite green. Cocking her head as she shakes off a bit of eggshell that is stuck to her wing, she gazes over all she sees. Making up her mind quickly, she head straight for the nearest groups of candidates. Like a lady, this green neither head-butts nor prods her choice; she just stops at the feet of a young lad from Nabol and croons up at him. The lad's eyes light up as he escorts his lady to her dinner.


Bollian girl and green Vidiath

Spinning faster and faster, sending sand flying into the surrounding air, the Glistening Seafoam Egg digs a hole before the shell cracks and shards follow, the jade green dragonet who had been contained within, tumbling gracelessly to the ground. She recovers her footing fairly quickly, head proudly lifted into the air as she spreads her wings, posing when she becomes aware of the eyes on her. She carefully takes a step forwards, and then sideways, so that she avoids another tumble over the piles of sand that was left before her. Making her way towards a gaggle of girls, she warbles as she looks between dark faces and pale ones, before a raven haired girl from Boll meets her gaze. A choked up voice is only a mere whisper as deeply tanned arms wrap around the tiny green's body, "Vidiath. Vidiath."


Tiersi and blue Dalyweth

Twist and Shout Egg wobbles in its sandy cradle, working up a rhythmic forth-and-back that slowly widens the depression it lies in. Urged on by an encouraging murmur from the clutchsire, the egg rolls clear up onto the lip of its little bowl - but lacks enough momentum to be free. After a perilous moment it reverses course, tumbling back into the indentation. The shell distorts with the pressure of the landing for a split-second before exploding open in a gooey mass of shards, revealing a wet and creeling blue. Lucky hatchling he is, his eyes latch on to his intended before he's even mastered walking, so he's only just stumbling awkwardly away from the shards when Tiersi races forward to meet him, crying out, "Of course I'll help you, Dalyweth!"


U'met (Ulmet) and green Lannith

A spray of sand in the vicinity of the Enchanted Autumn Change Egg gives the first hint that there is life within, followed by a series of cracks forming across the shell. Time seems to slow to a crawl as ever so slowly one piece and then another break off, until four large shards are left behind to reveal a tiny green dragonet. But once freed from her shell, she doesn't isn't in any hurry to leave it behind, tilting her head to look down at her former casing, the motion of which lands her snout first into the hot sands. Righting herself with more grace than would be expected, she hesitates no longer, heading directly to a large round faced lad and warbling with delight as Ulmet bends down to slowly stroke her head, his face radiant with joy, "Lannith, of course you can get something to eat now."


J'rin (Jarin) and bronze Kyranth

Summery Sky Egg gives one last good shake as the egg splits down the middle. A confused bronze rolls out from between the two pieces of eggs. Shaking, the bronze boldly roars as he gathers his wits about him. Once he is on his feet however, he rushes head long into the good fight nearing running over dark-haired Jarin from Benden and blonde-haired Halona from Southern Boll. Halona falls hard on the ground yelping in pain causing the bronze to turn around to look back at the two. When Jarin reaches down to help up Halona, the bronze roars in triumph. Jarin smiles softly to Halona before turning to greet his lifemate. "Yes, Kyranth, I will make sure she is alright."


Rinley and blue Weeth

Hellish Hail Egg twitches, a long hairline crack forming silently down its side. Left behind without Tiersi to shore him up, Dundren watches the eggs with dull, wide-eyed panic. He's the first to notice the crack in the shell and points - "Look!" As soon as all eyes have turned that way, as if knowing there's now an audience, the egg splits in two, spilling forth a glistening blue. The hatchling stumbles around on the sands, complaining in low creels about the heat beneath his tender claws. Despite his discomfort he makes a tidy half-circle around Dundren, who reaches out hopefully but is to be disappointed - the dragonet latches onto young Rinley, who shrieks with fear at the touch of talons on her foot, then melts into beatific grin as realization slowly dawns. "Oh, Weeth! I'm sorry I was so hard to find!"


Halona and green Keairath

Now Halona is left all alone on the sands as she watches a dark green muzzle breaks through the center of Fall Foliage Egg. After mighty shake, the sensual green steps out of her egg into freedom. She gives a soft croon to her parents before she is up on her feet. She makes a sweeping pass over a few group candidates before stopping at the feet of Halona. Crying this time out with joy, Halona drops to her knees to caress the green's faces. "Oh, Keairath. I will love you forever."


D'ndren (Dundren) and green Salvayeth

Foggy Fall Egg rustles determinedly in the sand, moving with such agitation that a few grains are scattered airborne around the shell before it subsides again. It is quiet for only a few moments before a subtly encouraging croon from Lhiannonth seems to give it renewed energy. The shell bursts open at the top, leaving a hole for a slender, graceful green to clamber out of. In the process of escape, she tramples the remains of her egg, then starts out across the sand in a beeline, trampling other shell-shards and barely leaving a girl from Boll time enough to flee her determined path. At the end of that self-sure journey she's found, at last, the massive apprentice Dundren, who just gapes in wide wonder for a moment before stammering, "Uh. You, uh, want -me-, Salvayeth? But you're - " No matter. The big boy buries his head in the dragonet's neck to hide sudden tears.


Bevy and blue Avasith

The Northern Spectacle Egg has been shaking and then stilling for quite some time while others surrounding it have yielded their contents. But finally, with only another one or two eggs remaining cracks finally spider across its surface until the pieces of shell fall off to reveal a midnight blue dragonet. Still damp wings are spread out, oversized compared to his body as his head turns this way and that to survey the remaining candidates. Spotting his clutchsire and dam he offers up a polite warble before moving towards the figures spread out on the hot sands. After closely examining a pale slender lad, he wanders off again, stopping in front of a brown haired girl from Fort. As her brown eyes look down at him, a warm croon is heard, and then a cry of delight from Bevy as she says, "Yes Avasith, yes, I will be yours forever."


Joilin and brown Vanoroth

Drips and Drizzles Egg suddenly flops over. For a little while it just lies there, though a telling stain starts to seep onto the sand from beneath it, the clear damp of egg-goo. Slowly the shell seems to levitate upward, though soon it becomes apparent the egg has grown dragon-legs, which protrude from breaks in the shell's underside. The dragonet-to-be hunches down on those legs and shakes, spanning wings - a pairing of actions that sends shards flying and reveals him in all of his brown glory. He makes a tiny effort at a bugle, announcing his delightful presence to the world, then struts forward to sniff at several candidates before burying his snout in Joilin's hair. A lengthy huff of contentment precedes the new weyrling's triumphant shout: "Vanoroth!" Then, more softly: "You can get your eggy little snout out of my hair now."

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