"Mother, I dreamed of a dragon! It was a beautiful white dragon, with lovely pinkish-purple wings."
Early that morning, five-year-old Omanrion eagerly came to Danyla's bedside, holding his white dragon egg.
"Listen! It sounds like something really is moving inside the egg!"
Danyla hurriedly took the dragon egg over to the fireplace. Omanrion was right: the hatchling was indeed about to break out of his shell.
To help him hatch and make it easier for Omanrion to form a bond with him, Danyla pricked Omanrion's finger with her hair ornament, then used her magical energy to ignite his blood and slowly brand it into the dragon egg.
"Hssraa~"
Before long, amid the hatchling's cries, the dragon egg cracked open. A slender white hatchling slowly crawled out.
The hatchling looked somewhat like Seasmoke, but he was a five-toed dragon of noble blood. His scales were even whiter, and his wings were a lovely pinkish-purple.
Rafa's offspring truly were extraordinary!
It had been a long time since a dragon had been born to House Targaryen. In a winter that had dragged on for seven or eight years, this counted as good news.
Yet while Danyla and the children at Holy Flame Castle spent the next few days absorbed in playing with the newborn white hatchling, Mylar, more good news arrived one piece after another.
Over the course of several days, multiple hatchlings emerged in the Holy Flame Island Dragonpit, the King's Landing Dragonpit, the Oldtown Dragonpit, and the Dragon-Taming Tower in the Smoking Sea.
Then Lann Lyon's and Ityla's dragon eggs finally hatched as well. Their eggs had been incubating for a full nine years. The brother and sister were so excited that they made a special trip back to Holy Flame Castle from Casterly Rock with their dragons.
Lann Lyon's hatchling