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*~* Lyrica's Cinderella at the Ball Green Niamhyth!*~*
London Eye Egg
Smoggy black encrusts the smoke-choked browns that base this egg, and sends
its spidery tendrils aloft to web the cloudy crest with urbanely urban precision. That pattern wheels about the apex, lent the illusion of motion by the rippling azure that ribbons the circumference, and runs rogue through the inornate gloom that permeates this shell's polluted shades.
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Hatching Message
London Eye Egg shakes off serene, ashen fog, pieces falling and tumbling to the ground; in a blink it is over, and as if by a shake of a wand, what was grey
and distant sprouts wings, rags turning to riches as the beautiful and mysterious stranger makes her debut.
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Cinderella at the Ball Green Dragonet
Bright splashes of mint crown delicate headknobs, entwining and descending,
adorning neckridges in gay ribbons of colour. Underlying hide is dressed in a flowing gown of forest hues, awash in satiny splendour. Ethereal shades of pearlized mist etch fine lines over her foresails, creating a web of glistening dew, culminating in silvered talons. Spindly legs are at a
contrast to seemingly oversized wings: vapor descends across her limbs, whirling through frothy sea foam and dissolved aquamarine, to eventually create slippers of verdant greenery.
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Public Impression Message
As if at the peal of a bell, Cinderella at the Ball Green stops her rushing, her dancing, her posing and prancing. It's time to go home. She's found her shoe cum Lifemate. Without a second look, she entwines herself around Lyrica, proclaiming to all that they are one, to live happily ever after.
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Personal Impression Message
Soothing greens mist your vision, slowly coalescing into the same ethereal vapor
that coats her slender hide. The dreamy and tranquil touches of pine-tea's steamy scent blur away the heat and intensity of the sands as She touches your mind and opens her soul. << I am Niamhyth, >> she offers with sisterly love. << You fit,
Lyrica, and you always have. Be mine! >>
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>>>> Soothing greens mist your vision, slowly coalescing into the same ethereal vapor that coats her slender hide. The dreamy and tranquil touches of pine-tea's steamy scent blur away the heat and intensity of the sands as She touches your mind and opens her soul. << I am Niamhyth, >> she offers with sisterly love. << You fit, Lyrica, and you always have. Be mine! >>
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~*~ INSPIRATIONS ~*~
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Name Inspiration
Niamhyth! What started as a simple mention of the fact that you like Celtic mythology started a great name game between Tai - who loves Celtic mythology! - and Salea. We went through Abnoba, Artio, and finally settled on the idea of Niamh, the Celtic/Irish goddess of beauty and brightness, who helps heroes at their death. We puttered with Niamyth and Nihamyth, but... Niamh. So yummy. We really loved the "mh" appeal of the name, as well as its shortness and breathiness at the end. Sums up Nia herself, don't it? Breathy, halting... yum. So it's Nee-amh-EETH - and don't forget that little expulsion of air right there after the m. Mhhhh.
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Egg Inspiration
The London Eye is a giant Ferris Wheel, set up on the south bank of the Thames in
order to give its passengers fabulous views of London.
See http://www.british-airways.com/londoneye/ for more information and a webcam!
Think of London -
Small city.
Dark!
Dark in the daytime
People sleep
Sleep in the daytime
If they want to...
If they want to..."
ß Cities, by David Byrne
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