Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-26426764-20160101035249/@comment-27783182-20160104162557

Needleteeth smiled and flapped his wings, gliding away. On his way out, his wings detached, so he stopped and grabbed them, reattaching them immediately. "Excuse me, sorry."

He flapped his wings once more and flew away into the city, confused and sort of dizzy. As much as he tried to fly correctly, he would either bump into the walls or crash through windows. He crashed into a particular window, bigger than the others, located in a bigger building, right into the Queen's room.

((Fate doesn't want the Queen to sleep, it seems.))