Jinieth and Aisheth's Eggs

The whole clutch. The theme was Peter Pan and the movie Hook.

Jenna - Sunday, March 31, 2002, 10:51 PM
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Egg 1 :
Second Star to the Right Egg

This small egg sits with its long axis upright in the sand, making it appear a bit larger than it really is. It is difficult to tell just what color is the predominant one wrapping this shell, for in some lights it seems ebony, in others a deep indigo. Switching between the two and bewitching to the eye, are myriad flecks of pure white. The diamonds are scattered across the leathery surface in utter chaos, mere pinpoints of light in a field of velvety darkness. Far down below, there is a splash of pale yellow dotting the bottom curve of the ellipse, perhaps bringing to mind hundreds of glows when viewed up high a'dragonback. And yet, one larger, brighter gem draws the eye back up to the nighttime heavens: a bright halo of cream around the second star to the right.
By Jenna

Egg 2 :
Midnight Sky Egg

There's a moment in the night, the moment where everything is perfectly still, the moment that the world seems to hold it's breath and wait for the turning point in time. It's at this moment that the sky is it's darkest, a smattering of silver pinpoints breaking the velvety midnight blue as the stars remind everyone that they're there, waiting. Watching with their blinking lights until that hour when the night turns to morning, one day giving way to the next. The sky goes on forever, but one day is a mere twenty-four hours. The hours repeat, never exactly the same in appearance, but always uniform in identity. To the east, Rukbat begins her ascent, caressing the sky with the barest purple-red glow. Yet in the west, the midnight is yet to come, secure in it's darkest of blues with the watchful stars waiting patiently for today to become yesterday as tomorrow takes over for a brand new beginning. Again.
By Leah

Egg 3 :
Children's Nursery Egg

This large egg sits high on mound, off to one side, but surrounded by a host of smaller eggs. Its coloring is comprised mainly of warm, glowing pinks and peaches, the variations appearing painted over the surface in gently undulating swirls. The top end of the egg is capped by a gorgeous moonlight blue, filtered through a lace of shimmering white, and on one side the edge is highlighted by a golden flame of yellow, flickering between the blue and pink. The movement of color is quiet, almost hypnotic, giving the viewer an impression of the dragonet inside drawing its slow breaths right through the shell.
By Ember

Egg 4 :
Taken to Neverland Egg

Pale blue looks soft and inviting, just yearning to be touched and caressed as it holds this smallish egg in a blanket of babyish warmth. The end sitting buried in the Sands is rounded, it's roots planted firmly in the ground. The opposite end is oblong, almost a round point, and it's here that the blue seems folded in darker shades as if a cloth was gathered up at this end. Is that a knot in the fabric of this egg? I looks to be just that, and that sparkle at the end could easily be a fairyland creature. From the angle of that bright pink spark, it seems that it's trying to carry off this hefty blue bundle, perhaps trying to steal it away to the place of forgotten children, pirate ships, imagination, and fantasy.
By Leah

Egg 5 :
Pirate Ship Egg

Easily the longest egg in the clutch, it rests on its side, the furthest from Jinieth's watchful eye. The golden color of raw, rough-hewn wood, its small end is almost pointed, as if the prow of a ship. Ropey strands of a tawny brown criss-cross the oval shape, encasing the contained dragonet in a taut web of honeyed colors. Near the top is a shadowy diamond of mottled crimson, plush in its rich hue, the center marred by a silver sickle that gleams in the heat of the Sands.
By Ember

Egg 6 :
Silver Hook Egg

Small and round this egg glistens as if eternally wet. Almost like a mirror it's silvery surface flashes with a brilliant shine. And yet caught within that glimmering metallic surface is a darker silvery form that flows around the egg. At just one angle it is hard to see what it is, and considering it is buried quite a bit doesn't make it any easier. But when given a proper and open viewing this dark line flows along the curves of the egg to a sharp point. It almost looks like a hook encircling the egg and trying to drag it away... perhaps back under the sand where Jinieth has buried it.
By Danielle

Egg 7 :
Straight On Til Morning Egg

Pale orange, light cream, and pure saffron all mingle in an odd symmetry across this egg. Crimson fire flickers over the shell along the midline, curling tongues of flame bursting from a new day. Hints of lavender and pastel smoke touched with the faintest hint of pale gold drift across further up in a vague suggestion of clouds touched by the first rays of Rukbat as it rises in fiery splendor. An irregular lump of forest green and brown sits in the exact center of the shell, with this beautiful panorama reflected below in mirror image. The netherworld is rippled here and there with imperfections in the leathery armor, which spread like waves further out, the daybreak overcome along the edges of the ovoid in brilliant cobalt. Perhaps this island paradise is a vision of a long forgotten Never-Never Land of eternal youth, given the potent clarity of the dawn.
By Jenna

Egg 8 :
Colorful Map Egg

Warm, soft yellow, like a forgotten map is the backdrop of this globular egg. Curving about the globular surface, several penisular forms jut from a continental mass of brilliant greens. A turquiose haze surrounds the continental mass, forming a cove in the south nd a lagoon on the eastern side. A widening river spills from mountainous headlands into the southern seas. On the continental interior, pointed figures sway about in a randomly, giving the appearance of dancing confers. Bright reds and yellows form circlets of triangles, as if to imply an encampment on a northern peninsula. A small island of dark, ominous grays lies due north. Inlets of sea water and craggy rock formations unite to shape this island into the image of a human skull.
By Jenylle

Egg 9 :
Untamed Wilderness Egg

An explosion of greens, browns and other myriad tones of earthy color strange this largish egg. Despite the fact that this egg, like many of the others, is almost completely buried this egg makes a show of it's overflowing arrangement of color. True the colors remain within the earthly range, but that does not mean it doesn't pop out from the sands. It is almost like green tendrils try to reach up from the eggs surface to cling above the sand.
By Danielle

Egg 10 :
Got to Crow Egg

This egg is a veritable cacophony of color, starting with a rich, forest green that drapes it in suede splendor, curving evenly over the surface like a rich carpet. However, it looks as though the carpet has met with an accident or two in the nursery. Irregular flickers of bright crimson lick across in a random design, tinged here and there with orange. Pale pink is the next hue to join the others, horizontal stripes of it slashed across the shell in an uneven, careless hand. Finally, bright sunshine gilds the other colors in patchy streaks, the entire thing reminiscent of a dawning over the forests about Fort. Something about the hues, which could be garish were any weaver to combine them, seems to meld and flow just right, as if to crow: Here I AM! Come and get me!
By Jenna

Egg 11 :
I Can Fly Egg

This un-extrordinary egg is one of the few that can be seen more than others. And as such it's indigo blue shell pops out of the light-colored sands. Flecks of white, or they could be sand, stand out in small clusters like pin-points of light in a night sky. Now the egg has more to it than just this...though whether you see it depends on which side is under the sand at the moment. However, there is a shape that streaks across one part of the surface. It is green and vaguely has four, maybe five, limbs sprouting off of a main body. Behind it trails a small pink and two blue ones. Connecting them is a glittering green that stands out even amongst the blue of the shell. There is a sensation of soaring across the shell surface that accompanies it usually.
By Danielle

Egg 12 :
Fairydust Egg

Golden flecks of color reflect the light with glittering twinkles on this feathery white eggshell as it rests in the hot sands that cradle around the base of creamed yellow and rustic brown swirls. Like twinkling stars cometing through the skies at dusk, they travel here and yawn in a playful, childish, dance over the smooth shell giving it a softly lit aura that seems almost magical in its appealing sense of calmness.
By Carianna

Egg 13 :
Imaginary Feast Egg

This is a plain, white egg. Nothing special about it. Just a blank old egg, curious for its total lack of any interesting colors or patterns on its shell. Just a big, dragon-sized white egg. At least... it is until you notice that the colors of the eggs nearby are reflecting off of it, but not quite in the same shades or patterns as they should be. In fact, when you squint just right, or look at the egg out of the corner of your eye, what looked before like a totally white and blank egg is awash in fantasical colors and textures. Electric blues and gaudy magentas fight with shimmery greens and bronzes, all overlaid on a faint brownish underlying pattern remniscent of wood grain or tree rings. Viewed straight on, this egg is as plain and boring as could possibly be. But look at it from the right angle, and it's a treasure trove of wonderous variety.
By Baleera

Egg 14 :
Hidden Encampment Egg

Like flames, long fingers of deep reds and orange, yellow and shimmering white extend from the bottom of this egg as if consuming a round topiary. From a gleaming central flare at one end, ropes of fire-hued striations weave and twist, reaching towards the opposite end, where shades of violet blues and rich greens meld and flicker, as in a sun-dappled forest. Nestled at the far end of the egg a large splotch of grey and yellow-flecked hunter green is a cool sanctuary in a field of heat.
By Soranda

Egg 15 :
Little House Egg

This is easily the smallest egg of the bunch, nestled in the shade cast by its neighbors. The shadow, or perhaps the natural coloring of the pale egg, seems an almost uniform slate on the top, dimpled here and there with cracks and lines running through the darker hue. The gray gives way grudgingly to pure white, though the odd streaks as it fades make the ellipse seem almost blocky and angled with odd corners. This tiny abode has just the vaguest hint of pink climbing up one long axis of the egg, a trailing creeper vine just budding into flower. In all, it's a rather peaceful looking place, giving no sign of the occupant growing within.
By Jenna

Egg 16 :
Tree With Face Egg

Striations of deep oaken brown run across this entire oblong egg. Run through with black and tan, the entire warm surface looks like it's meant to be in a grove of trees rather than on the Fortian Sands. The knots and creases swirl and fold in such a way that the faintest appearance of a face seems to be hidden in the natural artwork. Tilted to one side, it looks as if an eldery gentleman has given his facial features just so this egg can tease everyone, winking at the next person who looks his way.
By Leah

Egg 17 :
Tick Tock Egg

Molting dark greens, fade into shadowed black scales that seem more like an interlocking armored shield of protection to what lays within this egg. Those same shadows give illusions of a steady rhythmic, if not hypnotic rocking though it lays still in it's furrow of hotsands. Peeking just above the sands is a golden yellow circlet that stares unblinkingly in waiting, the passing of time not affecting it as it hardens with a glint when the sun is high. Wisps of white are also visible, ending in a sharpness of color with the muted forestry behind it.
By Carianna

Egg 18 :
Treasure Chest Egg

Even lines of brown are separated by thin shadowed breaks of black and dark grey. Bronzed rivets hold ancient leather to each board-like line, securing a look of a chest chock full of hidden secrets. Aged bolts of long-rusted metal hold the hint of hinges along the back of this monstrously large egg. Opposite this on the front is a matching rusty lock-like splotch with the dark shape of a keyhole that just longs for a golden key to be inserted, revealing whatever rich treasure might be lurking inside. Could it be gems? Jewels? Crowns of gold and silver? Coin enough to buy the entire Eastern Continent? Only time will tell as this treasure chest of old sits quietly, waiting for the time when it's due to open and reveal all it's wonders.
By Leah

Egg 19 :
Curly Black Wig Egg

Nearly hidden among a cluster of smallish eggs which sank into a deeper hollow, only the very top of this egg is even visible. The difficulty, in part, lies in its jet-black coloring; the egg is so dark, it is easy to mistake it as merely a shadow of its Sandmates. If one should, however, be close enough - or attentive enough - its shape does take form. The black is deep, yes, but not without variation. Glossy swirls, like avian feathers, cover the entire surface, forming looping, corkscrew curls, highlighted by the darkest blue. And if one is very close indeed, off to one side can be spied a smattering of white in wisps as fluffy as a chick's down.
By Ember

Egg 20 :
Wild Child Egg

A mish-mosh of vibrant color, it seems like this egg has a plan of it's own... and that's not to follow the rules! Rules are for grownups, rules don't exist here, and by golly, I'm not gonna follow any! Here's an explosion of red and a giant splotch of bright orange! How about a streak of blue and a swirl of green? I'll show you, look at that squiggly line of yellow that wraps around and around and around! Defiant and carefree, the youth that this egg exhibits shows through the graffiti that's scattered all over it's shell. On top of the bright shock of unique color and design is a paintbrush spattering of liquid silver, giving it that touch of magic that only children understand. Today it's a bit wild, but tomorrow, it could be anything, go anywhere, and live any life that it's imagination could dream up.
By Leah

Egg 21 :
Bag of Marbles Egg

A warm brown shade, looking as if it would be velvety soft to touch, covers the base of this egg. The bag -- for bag it seems to be, with drawstrings pulled open -- looks strangely flat, deflated, its contents long-since spilled out. White shows up toward the middle, but it is dotted with vibrant colors of all shades, forming perfect circles on that pale background. Up top, the egg turns flesh colored, taking on a form much like a child's hand might, to sweep all those little spheres of color back into the bag where they belong.
By Bethany

Egg 22 :
Fluffy Mop Egg

This two-tone hulk is one of the largest in the clutch, towering protectively over some of the smaller eggs next to it. Upon closer inspection, however, the black and white shell is more of a mottled combination of colors along that spectrum. Soft cinnamon streaks in spiky waves under deeper charcoal, painted carefully with a loving hand. Cream layers in near translucent streaks overtop darker hints of silver, giving the ellipse a rough, luminescent quality. Gray dissolves into soft pastel streaks of ecru, up to the other nobbled end of the egg, framing it in a startling lack of color, save for one ebony spot right at the apex or the curve. In all, it looks like a wild puffball, or one of those stranger herding dogs the beastcraft may keep.
By Jenna

Egg 23 :
Hoarde of Pirates Egg

Ahrr, matey! A flamboyant riot of colors stripes this egg with colors no Weaver would tolerate on shirt or kerchief - red and white, green and blue, rich purple and vibrant orange. The hues dance and sing, scorning pedestrian onlookers who fail to grasp their freedom, and are as quick to bluster and threaten the weak as they are to cower before perceived strength. Bottles of rum nestle within jewel-laden chests; priceless gems and precious baubles mingled with petty vandalism and drunken revels. Hulls of sea-battered wood loom between weather-dark docks, crisp linen sails rearing proudly into the sky, physical symbols of the autonomous dictatorships aboard.
By Sefaniah

Egg 24 :
Captain's Quarters Egg

Warm, glossy, sumptuous. This egg is likely one of the first to catch an eye. Clear, vibrant blues and violets mingle at the top of the egg, falling like an ocean sky over the horizon. About the middle is found honeys of every shade - alfafa, clover, wildblossom - gleeming in their delicate and layered richness, with highlights so lustrous as to appear gilded. The egg is completed by reds: rising up from the Sands are flickering flames of garnet and crimson, tongues of fire reaching to lick at the golden cumberbund...the dance so intense a heat can be felt surrounding it beyond even that of the Sands, the crackling roar of a hearth almost audible.
By Ember

Egg 25 :
Crystal Clear Waters Egg

A shimmering blue reflects in soft imagery everything seen around this shell as it warms and hardens. A Mirror of colors matching the sky overhead and the abundant colours of the other eggs around it make it hard to determine its true shade, though the comfort of familiarity radiates around the smooth crystalline surface. The soft hint of aqua green is almost non detective as it blends so complimentary with the images it casts back to the looker.
By Carianna

Egg 26 :
Lights on the Cliffside Egg

Night's inky darkness has started to penetrate the base of this egg, but brown hues sweep upward, cloaked in shadow, evoking an image similar to something seen by one who stands out in Fort's bowl in the twilight and looks up. Breaking through the drab greys and browns of shadow and mountain are patches of muted white and yellow, casting a soft 'light' upon their immediate surroundings.
By Bethany

Egg 27 :
Teddy Bear Egg

This egg at first glance seems well dusted with wet brown sand. Uneven clumps tuft here and there, giving it a fuzzy appearance. Imperfections in the shell mat the 'fur' into umber and ocher while softer hints of cream fluff out in two distinct patches, like the tufts of some strange animal's ears. Two irregular blotches of polished ebony sit roughly in the center of the ovoid, like two glossy eyes surveying the world with calm patience. A faded line of pink spreads in dots and dashes under these dark pits, nearly lost in the tawny pelt. The woolly fawn-colored hues creep over the rest of the shell, wrapping it in shabby splendor, like a child's well-loved toy.
By Jenna

Egg 28 :
Pastel Quilt Egg

Pastel hues dominate the surface of this egg; pinks, blues, greens, and yellows all meld together in a lovely sort of harmony. Here and there are straight lines of white, resembling a bedframe, and there's a dark blue spot just next to one of those that looks awfully like a tiny pair of slippers. There are rumples in the otherwise smooth pastel surface, suggesting that someone might have wrapped themselves up tightly upon his bed, underneath the quilt made of all these colors.
By Bethany

Egg 29 :
Stolen Kiss Egg

A secret in the night. A darkened room. A sneaky shadow. A breeze through the window. Just below a nightlight over the bed, someone sleeps. The window opens and the story begins. A creeping form in green moves across, his shadow being elusive, but somehow leading him to where he needs to go. For there she is, asleep, looking angelic in her beauty, ruby lips just urging him forward. Her fingers grip the blankets and it's there that he finds it... a small piece of metal... a little tin cup dimpled on her finger. He leans forward to take it, putting it silently in his pocket. He smiles at her and disappears through the window before she can waken, his childish mind believed that he's accomplished his task. For now, in his pocket, this little tin thimble is the kiss he's yearned for, and now he's stolen it.
By Leah

Egg 30 :
Tin Thimble Egg

Steely gray cloaks this egg in the understated tones usually seen on any well-kept cothold roof. Streaks of leaden ash swirl in playful twists across the leathery surface. Darker, nearly circular spots of slate prick minuscule holes in the silvery shell, ordered in neat, tidy rows. These tiny dimples ring the egg, perfectly, evenly stamped in their circuit and seen from any vantage point. Armor vests the spheroid; an old helm cast off by some tiny pixie and used now to protect the finger of an embroidering Lady. Polished mercury peeks out here and there, lightening the otherwise somber, blocky hues along the elliptical curves and showing the silver lining beneath the drab shroud.
By Jenna

Egg 31 :
Rebellious Shadow Egg

This egg is an odd study in polarity. A stark white shell, more like some odd, crazed wherry egg that has been left on the sands by mistake than one of Jinieth's, sits boldly declaring its presence. A sandy-haired outline can be seen, as though it were springing out of the egg itself, the irregular peach and baby blue splotches suggestive of a face smirking cheerfully out along the foremost curve of the oval. And yet, there is a sharp smudge of ebony that fouls the landscape. Rather than a merry countenance, this seems to be the outline of some mutinous holder-boy, arms akimbo and hands planted stubbornly on hips. Someone, however, has taken this shadowy form to task, for there are thin strings of pale cream connecting it to the crowing figure, linking the two firmly together in light and darkness.
By Jenna

Egg 32 :
Ships Rigging Egg

Dark lines criss-cross the shell of this wonderful bluish egg. It lies half-buried in the sand but this does nothing to disguise the luminous quantity of the blue. The whole shell seems to be cross crossed in lines, sometimes seemingly random, sometimes seeming to show a pattern. Thin lines, thick lines, all crossing over in a medley against that blue backdrop, a blue backdrop that contains whites and browns in patches, the white joining the blue in fluffy indecision one moment, sharply delineated the next; the brown in smaller patches, almost spots against the egg's surface though not so much as to change the principle colour from the blue of sky and sea.
By P'ter

Egg 33 :
Hand Sewn

A patchwork of colours, a harlequin of random yet pleasing shades. Reds, blues, greens, purples, whites All vying for space, one layered over the other, then layered over in turn. Each seeking to be on top and be seen yet none achieving dominance over the others. Large this egg lies, heavy in its place, indomitable for all its riot of colour. It lies high on the sand, hardly covered at all, the patchwork of shades melding all around its surface, each patch almost glowing in a warm vibrancy of reflected light.
By P'ter