Morning Star Weyr

Lathtoria laughed as her blue flit looped around Giyath's head. Giyath roared loudly and snapped at the flit.   "Giya," Lathtoria growled.   He's just so annoying! Giyath roared. I can't stand males, flits or otherwise!   Lathtoria shook her head. She had been dreading this. Giyath was going to rise soon, and Lathtoria would soon be forced into bedding someone.   You are not going to be forced! I am going to chose my mate, and yours will be worthy because he is my mate's rider. Giyath growled.