Distorted flew through the palace, his spikes glittering like icicles on a sunny morning as he headed into the throne room. Queen Glass had summoned him, and when he entered, he realized Her Majesty was crying, or well was, he guessed by the tears already frozen to her scales.
"Yes, your highness?" His wings snapped into position as he gave a deep bow to the queen. Distorted was best friends with the Princess Migraine, though he hadn't seen her in a couple days due to her fretting about her gift to the tribe. Hmm, where is Migraine? He wondered, his talons taping the cold ground softly.
"Oh, Distorted your here!" She gave a small smile as she leaped off her throne, wrapping her huge snow-patterned wings around the dragonet. Distorted knew that the queen only really did this around family, and well himself. (It had probably helped he was in the First Circle though.)
"It's Migraine," Glass continued, her ice spikes rattling together as she pulled away. "She's missing. I just saw her yesterday, when she came back from her journey to find her item to animus-touch, but she's gone and I could only find this." The queen was holding a conch shell in her talons.
"Is this the item she was going to touch?" He asked, tapping the smooth canvas. He knew Migraine loved shells, and she had talked about maybe her gift to the tribe being one. The queen nodded, and Distorted noticed the tears had began leaking from her light blue eyes again, like the sky crying.
"She never told me what her spell would be," She choked through the steady streams flowing down her angular face. "I think she already touched it, but she wanted it to be a surprise. Did she possibly tell you what she was going to make her enchantment?" Distorted shook his head as he pocketed the shell in a small polar bear pouch on his shoulder.
"Don't worry your majesty," He spoke, grasping her talons in his and squeezing them lightly. "I'll find her, and make whoever took her pay. . ." Distorted hissed through his teeth.