Lots of Legg Egg: Dawn makes its presence known across the surface of this egg, washing it with the many hues of a new day — from the palest of pinks, to the lightest of blues, but ultimately dominated by rich, golden yellows. Ethereal finger's trail across this virtual sky, the fluffy white patches, that resemble cloud shapes, dispersing with Rukbat's rising. However, the peaceful sunrise is partly obscured by the presence of a large spinner web that spans out from a central hub — dark strands intersecting, crisscrossing and then spiralling inwards towards the circumference of the shell. As if in hiding, the spinner lurks on the side that is most often hidden from the galleries — a reddish brown circle, with eight long legs splaying out to the very pole of the egg, ready to catch whatever approaches its sticky net.

Lianth Description: Spring has visited the world, and everywhere is new growth, from tender sprouts of verdant grass, to fragile young leaves, as well as the first buds, still wrapped tightly around the flower within. Gentle sunlight dapples the flanks of this dainty green hatchling, from the leaf drop patterns to the luxuriant ferns that fan shadows over her shoulders. From amid the lush and vibrant hues, pure flawless emerald rises to embrace her neckridges, the hue undiluted down to the very tip of her tail, whilst her wings fill to bursting with new life. Delicate jade orchid and gardenia shapes intermingle with beryl vines across the aileron, forming a lavish green blanket as winter is banished to the depths of her trailing edges. A hint of blue swirls a lattice across her belly, the last remnant of the cold frost once prevalent across the ground, the rich loam apparent in the buttress of her talons.

Personality: "I'm strictly a female female.."

So this is her essence — femininity, utterly and completely so. There's not a single bone or thought in her body that exudes any presence of male, except for the mind link that she shares with you. Every thought is offset with girlish delight, down to the very colours she'll try and convince you to wear << But S'tin, that pink would just look -darling- on you!! >> She'll never be upset if you don't wear what she chooses for you, and you'll soon realize not to ask her opinion on what to wear in the mornings. Thankfully you won't find out much about her taste in clothes until after you've graduated, and by then you'll be able to put your foot down that much more firmly. It's not that she doesn't have taste, but well, if a dragon could be colour blind that would be Lianth!

Though she'll never be 'one of the guys' she will not want for friendly companionship. She'll treat everyone equally and expect the same back from others. Like all dragons, she will not be sensual except when she is about to rise, but she will be as close to coquettish and flirtatious as possible at all other times, and she'll often refer to others as << Darling >> or << Sweety! >>

Her favorite pastime will be lounging delicately in her most favourite, comfortable spot, whether water or sand, or helping you to correctly coordinate your appearance for its best exposure. She'll enjoy helping you to day dream your dreams, sharing them with you and encouraging you to have them, and perhaps be a little lazy as well she is like the classic lady, content to spend her time, whiling it away doing little or nothing at all. She has no strong urges to be a strong or capable fighter, but will do her utmost best to show that she's fit, and able, though her strong self-confidence does not goad her into desiring to be the best or most beautiful.

Lianth is sweet, gentle, trusting and friendly, she will be a gentle support listening, advising, and giving you her love and adoration. She will want to see you happy with others as well, from the love of friendship, to the more passionate sharing with another man or woman. She won't be bashful about sharing her feelings on exactly whom you should make these friendships either, it doesn't matter whom they are, if she thinks they'd be suitable for you, she'll mention it, even to the point that at times their name might appear in every other sentence.

Since you are -her- man, she's going to expect you to take care of her, and satisfy her every whim and heart's desire. << That spot itches >> or << I need to look my best for you, so could you oil me, again? Please? >> She never thinks about looking her best for the other dragons, only for you, until of course that time of the turn when her hide starts to glow that ominous colour and you know it's soon time for her to rise. Then the Weyr better watch out!! During these times she'll gravitate toward a luscious, languorous sultriness, and could easily wind up as a femme fatale.

Lianth is not the smallest green ever shelled, but she will be petite, with proportions of the draconic feminine ideal, down to a slightly overlong tail, which she can swish in the males' noses during mating flights. Lianth will be all curves, even as she grows, and even though like other dragons she'll lumber along on the ground, somehow she'll make that appear somewhat feminine.

Voice: Clear, soft and yet high too, Lianth's voice is most definitely a soprano, though she's too much of a lady to screech. Instead she echoes the windy song of a reed pipe, right down to the almost breathless feeling associated with that inspirational instrument. Aloud she never trumpets, bugles or makes other such uncouth sounds, rather it's all trills, croons and flutes for this green.