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"Aw come on, come out already..." She murmured as she tipped the egg a little, dropping into a crouch to peer in. It was then she let out a hoot of pride and laughed, leaning forward as if to drag the baby out.

No wonder it'd been shy...

She clicked her fingers and above, Feynath rumbled, ordering the little one out of its shell with a few quick words of encouragement. "There's no one else. Just you, come on out."

And still, the little one refused to move, until and at last, that sweeping of the crowd stopped and narrowed and then filled and blossomed in the mind of Mercy. The egg rolled then and cracked completely as Eirlyn moved away, satisfied to know the little one had Impressed.

As the egg fell away and the shine of the goop slid off from the pale body it was not a little silver that was trundling towards the girls but rather...

With a markingless hide that was pale pearly hues of gold, bronze, blue, brown, and green it was a white!

Mercymine, Your Aerith is cold. And hungry. the little white, smaller then the greens and atypicals that had hatched, hiccuped and blinked big blue eyes as it stumbled and flopped on the Sands. White possessed far less stamina then their bigger counterparts...



And with that, Eirlyn strode over to the white, waiting on whomever Impressed it before she turned to address those attending the Hatching. "Congratulations New Weyrlings! We are done here and with new life... comes new promise! Welcome!"

It said, to her at least, that the events that had transpired during the Council had, maybe, set them on the proper path. A white was sure to indicate a time of positive, great change.

Mercy was really begging to worry as the dragonet refused to come out - especially when the weyrwomen crouched down to look into the shell - was something wrong? but no she was laughing and then..and then Mercy felt that little mind connect with her and she knew..just knew that the little one inside was ..her's and she stumbled forward to help the little beast

Aerith! her Aerith! 'I'm coming, I'm coming' She assured the white as she rushed forward to guide her to the food tables. "We'll get you fed and warm!" She promised.

Zeren fought back the lump in his throat, the white was so tiny, and so ....not for him. He watched as a girl rushed to him. He fought the tears that threatened to spring. He stood, shaking as he waited for the candidates to be dismissed.

Almost as soon as he'd left th sands a multicolor blur of green blue and brown 'exploded' into his face, eyes whirling yellowish green, "Mud, even you've got up to meet me?" he asked holding his arms in front of him for the flits to land, Viska and Grym perched either side of his head and rubbed his cheeks with their warm, knobbly heads, whereas Mud latched onto an arm and demanded a cuddle. With his three flits attatched he headed back towards the bunks, only when he was alone there did he let a few tears drop.

A Crimson, a Black... and miracle of miracles, a White. Galvanth had sired a White dragon. S'raid's attention sharpened, focused on the tiny hatchling. Yes, there was no way he was letting that go unnoticed. They had not had a Gold or a Bronze egg, but they had managed a White. How many Golds or Bronzes got to say that much? He felt profoundly smug, a sharp sense of pride surging through him as he observed the pair. Yes, there was no way that anyone would forget what had been brought into being. White dragons were very rare indeed, and considered to be a boon even among Benden riders.

Do you see? I told you that they were special, Galvanth informed his rider smugly. S'raid felt... slightly vindicated. The clutch had been an impressive one after all. No, he would not allow anyone to live this down. There had been many Blues and Greens to be sure, but a White was... an exceptionally good sign. A pity that the Brown had gone between, of course. Having a Brown as well would have added a certain weight to things. Instead there was the Crimson and the Black. Not bad, but not something that Benden would respect.

That's not how it looked to me, Kaikuth replied with a dragonic giggle, teasing the serious-minded Kameth a bit. As further conversation between the dragonets however was quickly brought to a stand-still by the events of the rest of the Hatching. Ooooh, look Mine! Another sister has Impressed! The green stood up on her hind legs to get a better look and gave a welcoming bugle to the crimson as Hers attended to her.

Azuran couldn't help but smile at Kaikuth's infectious enthusiasm, and he pat the standing dragon affectionately on the head before watching the rest of the Hatching more carefully. Only two eggs left... The next was a black, and quite a loud little fellow he was too. Ah geez, Andeon. Even without knowing the other teen personally, he knew enough about him to know those two were going to be trouble. Well, a different sort of trouble than he himself was somewhat known for anyway.

When the dragonet inside of the final egg was revealed, Azuran was positively floored. A white? There hadn't been any white dragons hatched for... Well, he couldn't remember quite how long, but the point was that they were rare! That was truly incredible that they were able to see one n this very clutch.

Kaikuth nudged against her rider's leg. My sister is nice, but you are still Mine, she reminded him, nipping playfully at his robe.

And I wouldn't want to be any other's, he thought back with a smile, experimenting with the mind speech that riders often used. He had to be the luckiest Candidate in all the world to have impressed a dragon as wonderful as Kaikuth. Ah, speaking of Impressing...

He quickly turned back toward the remaining Candidates, but it was only to see the back of a retreating Zeren. Shards. He honestly hoped that the other would find His one day. At least this was only his second time Standing.