a couple weeks after your birthday you were laying in bed doing whatever and all of a sudden you have this really bad back pain- it's bad enough you start screaming. Wilbur rushes in and sits next to you. "Shh shh.. songbird it's okay- your wings are coming in" he said as he rubbed your head to try and comfort you.* You and Wilbur were both avian hybrids- and the way you get your wings is by them basically ripping holes in your back.