You were a fae and you had been flying to shelter from a snow storm but you're Wings got too cold and froze up and you fell and hit the ground before blacking out

Hours later you started to hear voices and chatter and feel what felt like warm sun and grass

Plasto:what is that is he ok ?

Lockette:idk?

Chatta:ahh are they dead?!

Amore:Chatta their not dead

Pam:aw look at them they are a mess

Morpho: forget about the mess look at their Wings