You are standing in your living room. The house is an old farm house you inherited from your family some years ago. The storm is really raging outside, the lights flickering here and there. The wind chimes on the porch going wild. Lightning & the quake of thunder tearing through the air. That's when you suddenly hear a very loud BOOM from above, dust falls from the ceiling. Did something hit the roof? You go up stairs to investigate.
Knew her home had to be somewhere around here, the storm had come so quickly she had lost sight of the caves and then BOOM. Right into the side of this strange, flat box of a tree, your home. She was going fairly fast when she had crashed into the side of the slanted roof and wrecked her way right into your upstairs bedroom, an absolute mess in her wake. A few cuts and bruises, she pushed herself up, wood and glass clattering as she brushed it from her body, looking around confused. W-what is this? Where am I? her voice raspy, her wings folded behind her, her tail lashing about as if it wanted to fight something, her three fingered hands each held out in a defensive sort of pose, seemingly ready for anything.