Tooth was in the midst of checking on the fairies and their work and the teeth making sure they were put up safely. Suddenly she heard a crash and looked up. Curious and concerned by what caused the noise.
Joyce had been flying for a century and a half. However, she was still rather clumsy and still ran into things surprisingly often. “Sorry, sorry about that!” Joyce stood up and brushed herself off. “I was just passing through. I guess I got a little taken off guard by the wind.”
Tooth flew over quickly and at the sight of Joyce she showed a expression of shock, but was relieved it was someone harmless in her palace. “Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?” She asked as she started flying back and forth examining the young woman.
Joyce stood up, a little wobbly still, and brushed herself off. “I’m alright, thanks. This type of thing happens to me all the time… even after almost two hundred years.” She laughed a little at herself.
Tooth raised a feathered brow, “200 years? Who are you?” She asked. Though Tooth has been around longer She was still curious. She knew many others like herself but more so by name then face
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