The more you think about it the more you realize that the thrill of flight that caused you to forget as much about your human life as you did. It only stands to reason, therefor, that you should avoid using your wings. At the very least you shouldn't fly as high or as fast as you were. You quickly tear up a bit more of your old shirt to make a makeshift set of "shoes" and you trudge out of the fairy ring. You're not entirely sure where you're headed, but anywhere is better then the fairy ring that changed you.
Walking out of the fairy ring when you're as small as you are, though, takes quite a long time. Long enough for you to doubt whether or not it's really a good idea to leave. After all, it was the fairy ring that changed you into this, perhaps the fairly ring could change you back. You hover for awhile while you ponder your next move.
Wait...hovering? You think to yourself. You realize that, without even thinking about it, you started rapidly beating your wings causing you to hover a little bit above the ground. The more you think of it, the more you realize that you were probably hovering low for some time, and you didn't even realize it. You don't think you've forgotten anything else while flying, but it does occur to you that you're getting more used to this body. You decide that perhaps you'd better stay near the fairy ring until either you figure out what else to do, or you someone comes along to help you figure out what's really going on. You flit up to a nearby mushroom and seat yourself upon it, curling your legs into a cross-legged position. You rest your elbow on your knee and your head on your hand. Humming an idle tune to pass the time, you wait.