Perhaps just this once a miracle of miracles has placed an ovid made of glass upon the sands. Slick and wet is the surface, casting light off it at every angle. Instead of round and squat, this egg is sharp to say the least. Sleek sides taper upward from the thick base that's nestled in the sands to the near needle sharp apex that reaches upward to make this egg taller then others around it by far.
Roses in Ebony and Green
Cloaked in rich, dark emerald, all the edges and points that make up this green seem emphasized that much more. The deep green hues gather upon the sleek lines of her wings, the spars serving as sharp divisions that cross each hunter-hued sail, the same darkness sweeping down her lean body, and winding around to cover her underside. Hints of fern accent each of her sharp joints, and touch the almost razer-like ridges that run the length of her back, the brightest points upon her form. The darkest, meanwhile, is a delicate, almost lace-like patch of green so dark it may be mistaken for ebony in anything but the perfect light which rests upon her shoulders and neck, draping over her chest, the web-like pattern making her long neck seem longer. Even her eyeridges and headknobs seem to have a sharpness to them, her muzzle long and lean, speckled in the same near ebony, casting faceted eyes into sharper relief.