Pale Moonlit Grove Green Vaerdanth
| Pale Moonlit Grove Green Vaerdanth | |
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| Impressee | V'lin |
| Hatching Date: | 4 February, 2001 |
| Dam: | Erith |
| Sire: | Zyanth |
| Lineage: | Here |
| Clutch: | Clutch:ftw10 |
The Shalesscape Egg topples over on its side and writhes there for a moment under the efforts of the dragonet inside. Two or three large cracks appear across the surface of the egg, dividing it into a number of large areas. The first piece falls away leaving a wedge shaped hole where a left foreleg, wing, and hindleg come appear. With a shake and a grunt, a glistening green dragonet is left on the Sands next to the remnants of her egg.
Pale Moonlit Grove Green Hatchling
Standing silently alone amidst a sea of activity and life is a place of solace, a single being that offers safety and seclusion. She stands alone, the pale moonlight caressing her hide in beautiful dusts of silver from her neck to her tail, as if this lone dragon was standing to catch the rays of Timor herself. The green of a moonlit grove when Timor is full and flying low in the sky, she seems a gift from the stars and a whisper on the breeze. Perfect in every way, she seems impeccable, from darling wedge-shaped head to long, lissome tail. Her wings, when spread wide, hold the rich, fresh green of new ivy in the spring, wrapped with tendrils throughout as if her wings were woven of fresh leaves and delicate branches. Slim form holds the promise of agility and speed in flight, while her quickly swirling eyes holds the hope and promise of life on Pern.
Public Impression Message
Pale Moonlit Grove Green comes around now as she walks forward. First at a leisurely pace. But as she doesn't find the one she wants quickly the trot quickens. Finally she is bolting across the sands, both for fun and in her search. Finally the one is spotted. And she begins to run across the sand, slipping along the way, but never stopping her forward motion. The loud screeching, REEEEEEE! REEEEE!, can be heard before she tries to stop before the one. Of course she can't stop on a mark yet, and the sand beneath her carries her into the legs of her chosen. Together they fall, together they stand. Together they are now bound.
| Clutch ftw10 | |
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