Skyler glanced around, mouth wide in disbelief. This couldn't be real! Elves, a bird person, and -  His back twinged and he heard a flutter. Looking over his shoulders, he froze. Where those-? Holy, yes he had wings! He spun around like a dog chasing his tail and tried fluttering them. He hovered for a brief moment and nearly tripped on the landing. Grinning like a ten year old on their birthday, he hopped and tried again. He got higher. And promptly hit the ground as his wings gave out. The woman, Willow, startled him as he picked himself up. This was going to take some getting used to! This was wilder than anything he had heard death could be like. 

He followed the group into the building, nothing  jumping out to clarify the situation. Though did it really matter? He could fly! How cool was that. They reached a room filled with picnic tables and one of the group broke off to- His nose twitched. Was that... He followed the smell to one of the drinks steaming on the table and snatched it up. Coffee. The only thing that could make remembering you just died any better. And woke up with wings. Its hard to top that. Lucas settled down at the table, pulling out the journal he had made notes in during his time gardening. His memory of it was hazy but he'd apparently taken plenty of notes. His wings fluttered periodically as he flipped through, content to wait for someone to fill him in on what exactly was going on.