Landing down back onto the ground in a attempt to be sneaky, but failing hilarious at it since you know nothing about being quiet in the woods. Flapping your wings at tree branches and stepping on twigs and startling land mammals everywhere, occasionally yelling at a few birds for chirping too loud in your general direction. Getting more twigs and dirty in your hair and on your nude body, your shibari rope helping things along by digging into your crotch and preventing you from playing with yourself, something that you've yet gotten used too over the centuries. Going to land, however, takes even longer than flying there, the hours whittling by as you smack into trees and trip and mess up your hair even further. About ready to throw a fit before stumbling into the clearing suddenly where the fire was located!<br/><br/>Salvation at last, about ready to weep open tears as the small fire is attended by a elf woman in leather armor, a human male with his half plate off to the side, and a small human girl wearing frilly lewd robes. All of them snapping to attention as you stumble into the clearly, mumbling something about massages and wiggling your butt. The man drawing his sword and proceeding to introduce himself,<strong>"Hey, you there! Identify yourself or be stabbed repeatably!"</strong>