"This is amazing", said Nant breathlessly as they felt their newly-formed wings. It took but a thought for the wings to spread, letting the snow-white feathers extend.
"If I have wings... then I should be able to fly!" said Nant. They beat their wings once - and immediately flew backwards into a tree. "Ow!" they said, rubbing their head. This should have hurt more, but in this dreamworld, things seemed pretty painless.
"Alright, let's try that again", said Nant, this time beating their wings in a more careful and controlled way. With a bit of practice, they were able to hover in mid-air, just a few feet above the ground.
Then they flapped their wings, and found themselves flying through the forest. It was a terrifying experience at first, but Nant rapidly got the hang of dodging the trees. It seemed to come naturally to them, as if they had been born to fly.
"It's a nice forest", thought Nant, "but it would be nice if there were people in it". Then they came to a halt. One of the trees was starting to change. It began to grow, spreading and hollowing out. Its branches shrunk and disappeared as its wood turned to stone and timber and thatch. And before Nant knew it, the tree had become a cute little cottage nestled in the forest.
"Is someone in...?" On cue, the lights turned on inside the cottage, and smoke started to come out of the chimney. Nant landed deftly at the front door and started to reach for it, before pausing. After all, who lives in there? It's usually witches and wizards who live in cottages in the woods! Or maybe I might find someone more familiar?