There is an overarching thematic note to this egg’s mis-matched shell, at least: stripes. Black stripes, haphazard in their placement, over patches of — white, mostly, intermittently intermingled with uneven shades of orange. In one quadrant, the color shifts to — interestingly near-metallic gold, over eye-searing pink as near to florescent as Pern can possibly come — in nature, at least. The quality of the stripes over-solids varies: here, professionally perfect; there, an amateur hand at finger-done face paint at best.
I've Come to Take You Home Bronze
Oh, he is small: unimpressive in length from evenly proportioned nose to the tip of his well-turned tail. Oh, he is dainty: the curving arch of neck, the conscientious drape of delicate wings over perfectly proportionate haunch. Oh - oh, but he is unremarkable: while his hide contains a range of shades from sun-bleached beige to olive-toned umber, they have been blended by an overzealous hand. At any reasonable distance, his multi-hued hide appears anything but variegated, and the cumulative effect is a muddled, muted affair like dusty, damp concreted. But oh, oh! how deceptive that all these signs seem surely set for brown: there is an omni-present, subtle, barely-there sheen to his hide no matter the lighting. In full sun, his true nature is unmistakable - pale-bronze hide seems lit from within, his metallic birthright a million brilliant, scintillating points of unexpected, shimmering light.