Naya slowly walked into the room, unsure about the collars. Sitting down next to the chest, she took a peek inside. "Are you sure they're safe?" she asked, ensuring these collars were alright to use. Spotting a pretty sky blue one, Naya smiled, forgetting about her problems, and slid it around her neck. "Ooh... This one's nice! I like this one! What could it do, though?"
As she said this, a seemingly transparent pair of wings sprouted from her back, unfolded, showing everyone their beauty. Glancing back at them, Naya's smile widened. "Oh, I really like this one!"
Walking out of the room so as to not bother anyone or knock over anything, the Persian spread her wings as far as they would go, flapping them little by little. Her plan began to work, steadily lifting her off the floor. "Whoa..." she said under her breath, glancing back into the room- before her control was lost. Slamming her head on a, thankfully turned off, ceiling fan, Naya fell from the air, crashing onto the floor, landing on her side, bits of the fan falling around her. "I... can see why Persians aren't flying-types..." she wheezed out, chuckling lightly, before falling asleep, unconscious.
(Is this okay? Just tell me otherwise, and I can change it.)