It's Fen-tastic

A violent sneeze woke the blue base Fen from their nap, it also made the birds flee from their roost in the trees above. The Fengrin had been napping in the middle of a forest a few meters from a stream that cut through it. The Fen looked around confused as to what had happened, but son shrugged it off and got up to stretch. Their colors shifting location slightly as bits of them were his by the sun that was sneaking through the tree tops, their gems were doing the same. Their outstretched wings said they were female, but on closer inspection it was clear that they were a male, an uncommon occurrence. They soon bounded over to the stream to get a fresh drink, but the small drop in the level which made a small water fall, splashed water over the slate that was near the edge where the Fengrin went to drink. He slipped and ended up in the deep, but narrow, stream, which picked up speed after the short drop. He narrowed his eyes at his blunder, but knew that his bulk and wings would only make it more dangerous to struggle at this point. He was now just along for the ride, only moving a bit to keep his head above water as he quickly drifted down stream, eventually slowing down as the water slowed and shallowed a bit. He reached his back legs out, trying to catch the bottom of the stream, he did and was able to boost himself up enough to get a grip of the dirt and grass at the edge of the bank. It took most of his effort to drag his sopping wet wings and fur out of the water, but he was able to do so, with help form his mask, which he had shoved the mouth and cheek spikes into the ground to get a bit of traction.

He stood on all fours a few feet from where he exited the stream, his head lowered in shame. His fur was plastered to his frame, the lowest bits of fur were hanging low and dripping. He shook off the best he could, but his wings weren't as easy to dry off as the rest of him. They were now almost twice as heavy as before, so they were now drooped at his sides, resting on the ground. He now had to figure out where he was and find a sunny spot to dry off in. "What a great way to wake up. I hope no one saw." he said out loud as he walked forward, his wings still dragging next to him. He surveyed his surroundings as he walked, he hadn't been this far down stream yet, he was now lost and he couldn't get his bearings because he couldn't fly yet to get above the trees. He kept walking, but couldn't see any open spots for the sun, only seeing the few tiny spots of sun that were peaking through a leaf or two, and the trees were only getting thicker as he traveled. He stopped his walk and looked around once more, soon getting an idea. He lay down and stretched one wing out as far as he could get it and reached his neck around so his muzzle was under a part of the wing. Opening his mouth, he let out a small green flame that had blue streaks as well as a blue core. This drying process was going to be slower that if he had found a sunny spot, but it'll do in this situation. 

A few hours pass and his wings were dry enough for him to use, but he chose not to, choosing to continue walking but back toward where he had come from. "Maybe the these will get thinner if I head toward the other side of the stream, but I still don't know where I am and I doubt there's anyone around that I can talk to." he thought aloud, his wings now folded back where they should be. He was in for a long journey.