Oddly shaped, this egg appears as if it were two eggs small placed over the other before forming into one odd blob. The shell of the egg appears to gleam in the light, any angle in which it is viewed, the gleam of light against the shell reflects. Like glass, it appears to reflect the image of what stands before it or, behind it. The sands in which it rests appear to be within it, settling into the curves where the two meet. Pale yellows and dull beige appear to trickle from the top of the egg, down into the base where it never seems to change in amount despite how often the grains appear to fall. An illusion of the mind, perhaps as there is no true movement at all. Or is there?
One Cannot Make the Journey Alone Brown
Large in size and stocky in build, at first glance one would be lead to believe that this brown is bound to slow and lumbering movements but that would be where he would, and does, fool most. Size for him is not a hindrance, instead a strength in and of itself, agile and swift in his own unique, yet strangely graceful manner. Shades of deep, dark russet brown make up the whole of his smooth hide, variation in subtle touches where the play of light and shadow give illusion to darker hues of brown or the faintest glimmers, almost hidden, of reddish tint under bright sunlight. His head is large and broad but proportionate to the rest of his body and though his neck is short, it too is balanced to suit him rather than hinder. Blunt muzzle fades to a darker chocolate hue and sweeps up over tapered and short head knobs, down over his ridges and extending out to cover the entirety of his large, broad wings and accentuate the spars from the sails. Pale fallow browns, ghostly in comparison to the richer hues dominating his hide circle the heavy ridges around his eyes. It adds another illusion to him, but one bearing more truth to it as the lighter shades give his whirling eyes a keen and sharp-witted look to their whirling depths. The lighter fallow brown continues across his forehead but swiftly fades to disappear just above his heavy and powerful jowls. It reappears again along the curve of his throat and neck and down further to his deep, almost barrel set chest only to vanish beneath the sleek curve of his belly. His short, stocky limbs are not overly thick, balanced in lean muscle to lend him a clean look rather than be overbearing. Russet browns remain untouched here and the same is echoed over his sides and to his powerful, wide set haunches and ending all in near-black talons. Just like his wings, his tail is long to match them, but unlike his limbs, chocolate hues sneak in again to cover the topside along the ridges and straight down to the very tip.