FridaWeyr12

Frida happily washed Quioath's side as Lotro and washed her back. Frida had never expected a white, especially since there was only suppose to be one egg in that clutch. Dang that Falycon!
Frida, please do not think of my sire's rider that way, Quioath sighed.
"I'm sorry, Quioath, dear, but I was a little annoyed with him," Frida sighed. "First of all, he didn't even think me good enough to stand."
Well, it was not his decision, Quioath said. It was Mayeth's.
Frida smiled as she rinsed Quioath's pure white hide down, "All done, dearest."
Thank you, Frida, Quioath sighed. I am tired. Can I rest?
"You do not have to ask, dearheart," Frida laughed.
As Quioath soared over to their weyr, Frida sighed. She was lucky she did stand in the hatching.

***

It had not been Frida's idea to for Quioath to fly in thr Ryslen Flurry. It hadn't even been Quioath's. It was more an event of being in the wrong place at the wrong time...or the right place at the right time, however you see it.
Quioath was on the verge of rising when Frida decided to take a vacation trip to Ryslen. When she betweened, several females were blooding kills. Frida was alarmed at this. Whenever she had been to a flight, the other females left before one of them rose.
Suddenly, Quioath's thoughts became hostile. Frida, afriad her virgin dragon would attack one of the others, she deboarded and tried to calm her white.
"Quioath, love, please!" Frida cried.
It's fine, Frida, Quioath snorted. Everything will be all right. Quioath launched into the air, and didn't even blood any beast. She wanted in on the actions.
Frida, swept up in her dragon's emotions, she stumbled to the side, but was caught by a pair for strong arms.
"It seems that your Quioath did not last very long," the man sighed.
Frida turned to she the rainbow ridges of the Quioath twist in a fall with another white bulk. Frida turned and looked at the person who held her. He look very much like a feline with dark fur and stripes along his ears and tail, but Frida didn't care. To her, he was the most beautiful person she had ever seen, "Surrith," She sighed, echoing the name which Quioath sent her, "T'ran."
"I suppose you're woman of few words," T'ran laughed as he kissed her gently.

***

Not long after Frida and T'ran had retire from the crowd, Frida heard the familiar bulge of her Quioath. Frida's mouth and throat began to tingle with the sensation of hot blood. Her Quioath was preparing to rise again. Frida wrapped her arms around T'ran. She was afriad. T'ran comforted her as she felt Quioath soared through the clouds. Then, Frida felt Quioath be caught again.
Dear, what did you do?! Frida exclaimed mentally.
Nothing, Quioath sighed, content with her two mates: Surrith and Deakoth.
Just then, another figure stumbled into the room. He groped about blindly as he called out.
"Frida? Frida, are you in here?" the man cried. "Quioath directed me here."
Frida started to mentally scolded Quioath just as the rider's hand brushed her shoulder. Frida felt an almost unrestable urge over take her, and she pulled the rider close to her. She felt T'ran's hand clasped onto her shoulder, and Frida was toren. She had a deep desire for both men, but could only have one.
Who says? Quioath sighed. Most people say a dragon can only mate with one other at a time, but what did I do today?
What you did today was what got me into this in the first place! Frida screamed mentally as the two men tried to pull her towards him.
Quioath's string of endless comments didn't help Frida at all, and finally, she laid back and decided to let the two men settle her mental conflict, but neither of them seemed to have a problem sharing her.

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