The eggs of Kessa's Gold Choth and Ma'kai's Bronze Garanth. Clutched Oct 24th. To Hatch Mid-November 2009.
Most Magnificent In The Universe Egg
If perfection were an egg, this might be it. From a distance, it appears a pure, uninterrupted white which coats its near-perfect curves to encase it in a soft, creamy hue. No odd bumps or bulges mar this shell, smooth and almost opalescent. But upon closer inspection, the egg is revealed for the marvel it truly is, its surface almost scintillant, a veritable rainbow streaming forth over a cloudy backdrop of soft sky-blues, followed closely by shimmering particles of what must be captured light. Red and orange, yellow and green, blue and indigo wash across the egg, with seeming direction and purpose. Shift just a little, and the view changes, the colors cascading over the shell in a prismatic dance that never seems the same twice. Surely, it must just be all that color that makes the surface only seem to dance. And yet, there is one spot atop the egg where there is only a single splash of gold, five points to form a star that glitters magnificently above it all.
Scintillant Streaming Rainbow is distant, quiet. There's a cold sort of interest, slow and sleepy. But there's life here, just glimmering at the edges of your mind, growing steadily brighter in pale, misty hues of grey upon grey. It's rhythmic, almost, like a muffled heartbeat, resonating through your memories, synchronized, perhaps, with the beating of your own heart. It pulses, blinking in and out, and then the briefest warm touch, a frightened shimmer, and like shattering ice it all falls gently away, leaving everything revealed, pure and true. There you are, seen and felt, in vivid clarity to both yourself and the world. Such openness might be disconcerting, even startling, but the moment is brief, and then it fades, back to grey. Back to quiet solitude. For now.
Scintillant Streaming Rainbow stirs at the edges of your mind, drifting here and there in shades of grey. Aloof, it peruses the most recent memories, though a growing warmth spreads over them, sinking in with a soft acceptance of what you've been through, and of the path ahead. Hopes and dreams, they flicker briefly, each examined and set aside, until it finds one, considers it and follows the trail back into things half-remembered. A soft touch, icy and grey, cool and sparkling, a moment frozen in time. There's unbridled confidence then, surging forward, to whatever may come. And.. colors. The colors! They blaze and twinkle from every direction, threatening to overwhelm you with the sheer magnificence of it all. It comes on too strong, perhaps, wanting to show you everything, all at once. It's simply magnificant, don't you agree? Isn't it impressive? Flashes of your own memories, feelings mingling with your own, joys and sorrows that might define you, shared with a twinkling of laughter, all innocence and love in the face of all that is life. All too soon it fades away, leaving only one last passing breath of warmth.
Scintillant Streaming Rainbow gallops through your mind, awash with happy thoughts. The warmth of love, the joys of simply being, all of this a gift in greeting, wrapping around you and filling your vision with a blinding white light and a warmth like a faint breath upon your skin. The sheer force of it is soon streaming through your memories as it explores again where you've been, where you want to go, pushing aside this and that, illuminating grey, long-forgotten feelings in vivid colors, bringing them out into the open. It wanders down the path of your childhood, painting colors in your mind, stark clarity for old hurts and triumphs, minor incidents and major ones too, experiencing them anew, a shared dream that may very well overwhelm you. But it pulls back, long before it sifts them all, to take you far and away, the landscape washed with reds and yellows, greens and blues, before you're suddenly right back where you were, and the present returns.
Fastest in the Land Egg
Long and lean. That's the first descriptor of this brightly-colored egg. Its shape is taller than others, not quite as rotund. It's a good thing, too, given the sinuous lines that are made at each of those side edges, in a vibrant red-orange. The background is a pale cream that shades into a matte yellow-gold at the top and bottom ends. Standing out starkly against these colors is the equally livid spotting of black that occurs across the top and bottom portions. Each of those spots is large enough to stand out on its own, but never once crosses into the orange and cream areas.
Faster Than Thought isn't there one moment and literally is the next, with a trail of white, yellow, orange, and a bit of black speed-lines to mark its trail. Who are you? Where did you come from? State your name and purpose! It is the guardian of this place, and there are none fiercer or faster!
Faster Than Thought seems to accept you aren't a foe, though it isn't yet ready to name you friend. It's just in its nature to be wary, you must understand. The speed-lines, while still, seem to be little floating dots of black on a background patterned like the shell outside: white, yellow, and a hint of orange as well. As it zips around here and there, examining your memories with the occasional mental prod of an invisible staff, it blurs and goes from here, to there, and then - whoops! - yes, off that way!
Faster Than Thought takes the high ground for a bit, contemplating you thoughtfully from somewhere up above, as if resting in a tree. It stretches out there, and there is suddenly a tree brought up from your mind for it. Pleased by this, it settles in like a pattern of shadows through the leaves. Yes, yes, you're not so bad after all. Carry on your way. It won't hinder you further in your mission. Don't we all have one, though? It's time to rest, though. It's tired.
Faster Than Thought metaphorically eyes you, and decides to go back to sleep. What part of that didn't you understand, eh? It withdraws completely, and leaves only a void.
Grumbling Clouds of Caring Egg
Round and a little tubby, this egg just may seem to be a little fatter than normal. Soft baby blues and grays swirl around the shell, puffing like clouds in places and looking somewhat rounded out, adding to the plump look. Here and there, it looks like there are water droplets sliding down the egg. That's just an illusion however as it's perfectly dry to the touch.
Rain Clouds and Sparkles are slow to react to your presence. Almost, rolling over and grumbling with a shower of thunder and a flare of glitter. Eventually it puffs up into awareness and continues to grumble as it gets used to you being there. It conjures up images of breakfast and lunch and dinner. It's hungry, even if it's still just an egg. When it gets fed up with your memories not being real and substantial, it wanders back off, seeming to climb back into its bed and rumble softly.
Rain Clouds and Sparkles seems almost frustrated that your back. But, since you are it yawns out a rainbow, lighting up your mind with a myriad of color so it can look around. Oh, what nice memories. It lingers on the ones of food or strange dreams you've had, almost laughing at them. But then it's time for the clouds to settle off away from your mind. A few sparkles remain though, thanking you for sharing your fun.
Rain Clouds and Sparkles are actually awake and moving around now, though there's a definite rumble going through it still. It seems to always be hungry. But it'll try to ignore that for now, it's taking a look around your mind now, wanting to get to know you finally. Whenever it comes across a time where you stood up for yourself, or did the right thing even when you didn't have to, it puffs up and sends sparkles showering through your mind. That's the kind of thing it likes most. Now that it's seen that you're capable of good deeds, it leaves you, satisfied you can make it on your own.
Secrets of the Defender Egg
The silvery shimmering outline of a pointed castle structure is silhouetted against the bright sky blue which glistens like enamel upon the apex of this egg. These vibrant colors are only slightly muted by the leafy canopy which twines down the sides of the egg. A mix of sun-lit and shadowed greens ensconce the hard shell in a forest full of life and secrets. Thin streaks of brown grow in width and prominence the farther one looks toward the base as one leaves the canopy for branches and thickened trunks. The browns darken, becoming rough and less defined until eventually fading into a shadowed pool at the very bottom. Between the trunks one can imagine the shapes of people in the ill-defined shadows, hiding from some unknown threat far above. Yet as terrifying as the lower half of the shell has the potential to be, there is something about it which is completely different. As if it is a safe and secret place to hide, full of hope rather than fear, with a protector of its own just waiting to pounce from the heart within and defend not just this place, but indeed the very universe.
Verdant Intelligence is at first a small speck of light in the dark. A sleeping hero, small and subtle of nature that is at ease with the peace in the world for so many generations. It is only the disturbance of the surrounding dark, when it grows to bold that it awakens with a roaring ferocity that drives away the darkness form every corner and fills your thoughts with a blinding green light.
Verdant Intelligence has awoken and prowls in the depths of the forest, waiting to be called upon to fight for justice, truth and all things good. It is a hero, but it is not alone in its mission. One can feel it longs to be part of a larger team, to form something greater and stronger than it is individually. Although first it must find its partner, or perhaps vice versa? From what distant star will such a brave adventurer come and take on the task of running with the fierce intelligence that lies beneath this shell?
Verdant Intelligence roars fiercely into your thoughts. It springs as a great feline with a accompanying grinding and whirring of metallic parts. You can feel it poised in your thoughts: proud, brave and loyal. The thunder of raw power matched with a sharp wit and keen intelligence. Even within the shell these things it exudes strongly these feelings, one can only imagine what the small hatchling within will mature into. A force to be reckoned with as an adult for sure!
Verdant Intelligence enters battle with an agile spirit. It fights intuitively as you watch the vague flickers of movement. It isn't that it is omnipotent, or that its enemies no chance, it simply has well honed skills and is piloted by the most talented of all. It springs away from the battle, worn and weary but it cannot rest long in the pursuit of justice. While defense may be its primary purpose, there is so much more to it than that. If only there was time. A small flicker of regret before it bounds away from your thoughts to continue in its lifelong mission.
Verdant Intelligence lurks again beneath the hard surface your fingers rest upon. For now it is safely ensconced in the strength of the ovoid. It awaits its call to arms. The countdown until it is activated by its one true partner to the distant hum from beyond its current world. Until then it will remain at rest, safely hidden from the rest of the world in the forested depths between worlds.
Traitorous To The Core Egg
A silver metallic sheen drenches this egg from top to bottom. Few other colors, splotches they'll be called, mar the outside surface. Merely darkened hues of that glittery silver, reflecting light off and playing visual games. A purple sigma stands quite out in it's rectangular in shape and sharp gleaming shade. Also facial in dynamics, it menacingly stares out from it's location near the top end of the shell. Larger in size than many, with as triangular of a shape as possible for an egg. The tip of the egg starts out quite skinny, while the other end is much more flayed than usual.
Silver Snake is not one to sit quietly. Even as the outside makes not a single move, the inside is a wash of chaos. Dark laughter fills the mind, echoing off and on in a maddening crescendo of crazy. Pain, white hot and razor-tipped, lances through your thoughts, breaking and re-forming, clutching onto the subconsciousness while swirls of panicked colors dance in a rhythm of madness.
Silver Snake hides in the dark. No more colors, no more sounds of insanity. Just a distinct lack of everything and everyone. A surging swell of feeling grab hold, choking, suffocating with THEIR will. Pride, ambition, greed, egomania, sycophancy, with a touch of cowardice all swarm about, each vying for dominance. That laughter, same as before, loud and echoing, raises louder and louder in sound, blocking out anything that might be said or any sound that might be made.
Silver Snake has not stopped with the maniacal cackling, as it is obvious whoever is touching only wants more. The feelings have dulled away, however, sensations of emptiness left in the wake. Your head may hurt, after all this time, teetering close to a mind to quick to jump off the deep end. A lingering sense of ambition also stays, fueling forth a new world order. Darkness presides, beckoning you to also take the plunge.
An Assortment of Clues Egg
Bright crimson lays over the curved surface of this otherwise unexciting egg like some errant cloth shaken out of its roll. The red is broken by those wrinkly imperfections and if one looks close the pattern of the cloths fine weaving can also be distinguished. A strange stripe of bleached white encircles the center. It helps cuts the bright red down from being too overwhelming but itself is such a pure contract that too long a look may still be painful. At the base of the egg the red cloth bears a faint imprint of a computer laptop with a smaller gear and glove next to it. A strange set of clues for the distinguished detective to sort through, whatever could they mean?
Innate Detective waits patiently in the background. The tendrils of youthful thought ever slowly coalescing around your own mind, gently observing and considering. A great mystery waits to be solved and you are but one piece of the puzzle. A few flashes of color slip though as it makes a connection between two otherwise random bits of information and you can flee a precocious glee a few moments before it quiets, secretive and humble again as it withdraws.
Innate Detective has a good sense of when not to speak. There is a lot to be said in silence, in keeping a secret and gently guiding others along to discover the truths that lay before them. A glorious feeling of knowing it knew first, and it knew best and IT needs no recognition for in the revelation of the truth to all about there is satisfaction.
Innate Detective tumbles over its latest puzzle in a frustration of colors and misty swirls. This particular puzzle defies logic and perhaps an extreme will be needed to solve. A role play of sorts in the great "damsel in distress" disguise so that it can infiltrate to find that triggering clue which will reveal all. Isn't playing pretend fun?!
Innate Detective clearly fakes distress in sparkles of silver and copper, trying to get you to look one way as it delves deeper into your thoughts from a different angle. Its subtle, a mere whisper that is so easy to miss if one isn't paying close attention and if caught? Why, it meant to be there! *gasp* and -feign surprise- whatever do you mean that's off limits?
Innate Detective rejoices in flashes of bold childish hues. The mystery is solved. Of course it falls quiet then, what… you want to know the answer? The greatest answer of all whom… for whom will be found upon the warm ground among its yet unhatched siblings? A gleeful fancy for it knows at least one of those lucky souls but only in due time will you come to discover which it will be. It surely won't spoil the mystery for you now!
Saving the Smallest of the Small Egg
If one were to try to build this egg's colors from the base up, they would start with a lavender shade that drenches this smaller looking, oblong egg. Over the purple seems to be an array of gray and black gears, working together to ring around the middle of the egg. Around the center of these gears is a tan line, appearing to hold the gears on the egg. Near the top of the egg, is a ring of red dots, all perfectly spaced from the other, and near the bottom of the egg is a thin brown line that circumferences the egg.
Fast and Furious Wrenches are a flurry of movement as soon as its mind touches yours. What's over here or here?! It's making a mess off things, but as it moves through your mind, it finds little things here and there that it picks up and once the mind ripping through yours has settled, it reveals what it's been doing. It's put together a portrait of sorts, though it moves and changes, showing the different places you've been and amazingly, it brings across how you felt in those places too. Proud of itself, the flurry of activity scampers off.
Fast and Furious Wrenches celebrates happily when it sees that you're back. It had so much fun with you the last time that it's all but shivering with excitement. What will it be today? Its actions are a bit more organized as it looks specifically for any interesting mechanical things you might have seen through your life. Oh how it likes to see those! They're oh so fascinating and fun to learn about. Now it's time to think, think, think about things and the mind inside your own wanders off, now not aware of your presence so much.
Fast and Furious Wrenches seem very smug, though in a good way. It thinks it's figured out one of those things you showed it last time. That thing! An image of a cart appears in your mind. It's got those spiny things that are supported by that sticky thing on the bottom, and when it's pulled, things are easily moved! See? Aren't you proud? Now, if only there were a way to put something like that to good use helping people in the need while it's still stuck in this egg. Now that would be a truly amazing feat. It's going to go think about this, and hopefully you will too!
Universal Digital Egg
This is a rather unremarkable egg, its colors muted and plain, though it is a bit wider than most across the middle. Its edges might be difficult to pin down due to the odd striations marking the shell, giving it the illusion of a much more boxy shape, the thin, pale parallel lines criss-crossing over a blurred blue and green surface. On one side, the egg is slightly flatter, with a blob of black forming a hazy, squiggled line beneath two lighter circles, giving the egg a goofy and half-smiling appearance. Smears of black above the circles provide an added touch, and dead-center is the vaguest triangle of blue, pointing upward toward the narrowst part of the egg.
Referential Differential Indexer takes note of everything, darting along your surface thoughts and on into the deeper ones, sorting them one by one, a massive list of information reduced to basic summaries - this one good, that one bad, that one very very bad, the cacophony of sounds sharp and indistinct all at once. Beeping here, ringing there, and any odd assortment of the two mixed together, curious and chaotic. Lights blink on and off, at the edges of your vision, each one vying for your attention, the whole underscored by the rhythmic tap-tapping and click-clicking that seems to accompany the rush of information. And then it stops.
Referential Differential Indexer catalogues your thoughts, sorting through again, but the cold tappity-tap seems less certain now. You've been noted well enough, but a baffling whole you do make. Why is this experience better than another? And out of the range of your memories it picks two random, unrelated things, finding them similar despite all that, eager to point them out to you. And then two things, very similar - well, there are just as many differences here! Confusion then, is quite obvious, but it tries to understand, to wrap around the concepts that separate the you from the rest of it, taking an average of all you are and all you've remembered, trying to summarize and simplify; but it can't, can it? Life doesn't add up neatly, though the attempt is hardly the most competent. Failing that, your values are considered, though this proves truly beyond the scope of such a limited experience, and the effort is left for another time, perhaps, though the invitation clearly remains, to come back later and try again.
Referential Differential Indexer skips ahead to the best part, speeding through your memories until it finds a few, the happiest, the saddest, the most invigorting - or at least it apparently decides so, opinions seemingly arbitrary - but oh! Such unhappy thoughts, and the blinking lights, they get all gooey, seen through a haze of tears, like someone's going to cry. Is that bafflement and frustration yours or another's? Where does the zinging sound end and your own thoughts begin? But nevermind separating this and that, there's simply too much to decode. Moving on, with the crackle of electricity, new things are seen and listed, types of smells, of feelings.. there's as much innocence as observation, whatever commentary overshadowed by the need to figure you out. Honestly, as much as it tries to remain the cold and unaffected observer, there are just as many foibles there, and who are you to judge anyway? Or perhaps you're the one being judged? It might be difficult to tell, really. Eventually, though, the effort is too much, and it gives up, quieting again to mull over all that has been learned.
Big Things From Small Packaging Egg
If it is possible for a dragon's egg is be considered adorable, this one indeed has hit that mark. Pudgy and round, almost no noticeable top nor bottom are distinguished. More like a ball than an actual egg, and quite a vibrant yellow in hue. A small mark does, however, determine up from down. A red face, rectangular in shape, peers out with a gentle vibe. Smaller in size than the eggs around, though the almost blindingly bright golden blonde color help bring this ovoid to eye.
Buzzing Bee erupts into energetic snickering. Not a malicious sound in any way, shape, or form. Childlike noises, really, with an touch of blooming maturity. Zig-zagging lights flash before your eyes, bright and cheerful yellow, with white specks glittering about. Happy feeling, worried feelings, determined feelings, each ebb and flo within the confines of your mind, one after the other.
Buzzing Bee halts all laughter, silence taking over, though the colors still flash to life. Suddenly, a storm erupts. Lightning crashes, the world swirls, a hyperactive whirl of energy! Words are muttered, but totally unidentified. Pride fills you. Not your own, but someone elses. SomeTHING elses. Chaos takes a backseat ride, stability returns, though the hyperactive vibe still remains strong, thrumming under the air.
Buzzing Bee zooms over there! Than zips over here! All around, up and down, a little light burst flickers into and out of view of your subconscious. The laughter from earlier, that hyperactive feeling, all of it comes back with a vengeance! Still there are words, spoken too fast to be understood, or perhaps not known to human knowledge. A sense of right versus wrong, with right in the lead suddenly engulfs all thoughts and images. That and only that stands forefront at the mind.
On a Wing and a Prayer Egg
Pastels are the color of the day. A pale grey-white stripe wisps over the top of this perfectly-shaped egg. A pale pink color, like a baby's warmed skin, washes beneath it. At the sides are blue-grey, cloud-like formations of color that shade into a beautiful light lavender at the ends. They stretch almost like the pinions of wings down to the bottom to frame the egg. Beneath the pink is a band of reddish-brown shaped like a V that vanishes under the wings, followed by more of the pale-grey hue, and then a very vibrant hot pink, all the way to the bottom. The soft quality of the hues, and the way they feather out, is delicate - in fact, each color has subtle details to it in light and dark so that it seems to be made of nothing but down and feathers, with the pink taking on the nature of some form of skin.
Ancient Desires feels as if its wrapping you within soft layers of down and feathers, all colored a pastel lavender-blue, and a whoosh of exhilarating air flows around you as if you were in flight. It doesn't particularly care why you've come. It's simply, warmly, pleased that you have! But it does have to know one thing: who are you? It's only polite to introduce yourself, and vice-versa, after all.
Ancient Desires wields its gentle curiosity like a tickling pinion. Tickle! Tickle-tickle! It knows just where to go to get you to laugh. You're friends now, so there's no reason to be afraid! But where do you come from? What is it like there? Who are these people it sees in your mind, these visions…? They look so beautiful and strange. It's so lonely, really, where it is. The lavender darkens into a melancholy blue.
Ancient Desires cannot help the longing that wells up within it. It wants to be there amongst all these things in your head. So much better than this cramped, tight place it's in! It wants that big blue thing you've called a sky, and can sense it has the right things to use to explore it - wings! Yes, those! Desire, longing, and a swirl of reluctance move through you as the comfortable feathers unravel around you to fade off into the darkness. Oh! But do come again, the thought seems to echo as if from a great distance away.
Not Truly A Misfit Egg
Although this egg is outrageously large compared to the others, the dashing blue and gold upon its shell gives it a place in the clutch. In fact, it may even be singled out as this egg has been cast in replication of the clutch dam's colours. The blue is bold and fierce compared to the pale gold, gold that swashes in ribbon like currents around the shell. In some places where the ribbons of gold flutter, it's so transparent that the azure underneath almost makes it a pale shade of blue, with the added glitter. In other places the azure is defined in what looks like strands of hair curled up in a wild bundle. Amongst all the tossed ribbon and curls, there are a few other things going on. For one, there's one brown mark that is placed randomly on the shell, a small round circle dabbed in a pale patch of color. Secondly there's a single streak of orange-red that flares up on the opposite side, completely random in shape and location. The orange streak almost appears violent as it cuts up and down in a small but defined zigzag pattern, ending abruptly as it began, the length only a few inches long.
Perfect Blue Storm is clearly a conundrum. How could something be so confident and fearful at the same time? The blend of feelings could echo your own. Is it your own? Certainly one's own thoughts can get lost easily as a rolling fog touches the farthest spans of your imagination. Concentrating on the fog causes it to change, to morph into something similar to lines of music on a printed page. As your eyes travel over the notes to focus in on the detail, the precise key the note symbolizes rings clear in your mind. Confidence grows with the music as you start to play with it, your mind subconsciously fleeting from one symbol to the next, giving the sense that you're causing the music to play, guiding it, leading it. A shudder of fear returns, building in the deep recesses of your mind, a fear of attachment. Slowly, cautiously, as not to hurt, your mind is left to its own devices.
Perfect Blue Storm is silent for a long time, to the point that you may even break off the contact in confusion. Just as the doubts surface in your mind, there is a loving touch caressing your thoughts like a whisper of a wind. It brushes back the memories of your past, knowing the pains there and unable to do for them what it can for you in this moment. In this moment though, it just wants to please. First it fills your mind with the scents you enjoy the most - exotic flowers, fresh rain, mountain air, fresh baked goods. Then as you're distracted with the aroma which pleases you most, the soft sound of a keyboard dances in between, playing an soft ballad. It departs with sweet memories once it knows you've had a moment of peace and serenity. Happiness is important after all.
Perfect Blue Storm is there, like a second heart beat. You can feel it. You also can feel it when it evades you and isn't there and some how, the music in your mind isn't the same without it. It is the link between, between something you have and something you want. A keyboard strikes with some wordless vocals in between, the energy strong and rhythmic, drawing you in with it. Though it seems to be a background noise for now, as if encouraging you there on the sands to do something with it. Harmonize. There's a loving confidence that will seem to pat you on the back, nudge you forward. You know you can do it. Really, you've known all along. There will be some surprises in your life, but mostly you know what you achieve is because of you. A giggle or two, gleeful, happy, proud. Then with a twinkle of gold and a glitter of stars and one last rip on what sounds like a guitar, you know that things will be alright, no matter what.
Perfect Blue Storm is electrified with your mind, as if you were performing with it and you it. Synchronized and harmonized. There's a rush of sounds from it, something foreign and beautiful. Like a stage of Harpers burning up the crowd with a fast paced ballad. There is fun to be had, music to be made, work to do. It'll write and you'll have to do your part too. Your part. Yes. You might know what that is, after all the visits, you just might.
