Once upon a time, in its earliest gestation, this egg was probably just black. The multicolored bursts on it appear to have been added on more than anything else, rising slightly above the surface with a bumpy, oil-painty sort of texture. The ridges are a swath of bright, eye-catching colors: cerulean and peacock, magenta, an eye-popping green and even some white in swoops and curves and shapes that even look like little flowers. It's slightly wider on the top, with an inward ridge near its center, and seems to lie more effectively on its side the long way than with its point on the top even with that being counterintuitive to the up-down of the ornate patterning.
Don't Call Me Pretty Green
Delicate fringes of jade, emerald and spring green nebula clouds swirl across the hide of this petite, lithe green's form. Lit from within by flickers of distant stars, bright flashes of yellow and gold dot along her muzzle like freckles, cascading down her elegant neck above a shifting swirl of subtle green hues, changing depending on the light. There is depth, here, and a subtle shimmer that harkens back to her dam. Flecks of rust are scattered along the backs of her legs and pool on the bottoms of her paws, creating the illusion of mud from some long-forgotten planet brought with her to the terra of Pern. The shifting green coloration continues along her ridges and across her haunches, spring green over jade, caressing a flash of emerald before fading once more into the paler spectrum of the hue - though pale does not mean boring, as her coloration is striking. Her wings are nearly translucent, their sails webbed with color upon color, layers of clouds stretched across their delicate looking expanse. Narrow and long, she could coast for hours on the solar winds if she chose to.