[She smacks the top of his head with her talon, careful to keep it closed because she learned very quickly how sharp they were. She glanced over to the massive scratches in the wood she had caused.
But okay, sure, human thoughts, what else did she have to try. She closes her eyes and tries to take deep breaths, a bit hard to do when you have a beak instead of a nose. She's fine, it's fine, she will deal with this, all she has to do is just turn human again.
She takes several more deep breaths, trying to set aside her panic and anger and worry.
And blinks when she realizes three fundamental truths at the exact same time number 1. The shift from turning into a human into a bird and a bird into a human was a seamless transition that had no fanfare, no poofs of smoke or pain in her bones, no snaps or screams of pain, just one-moment bird, one moment human. Number 2. She had done this while as a bird sitting atop Bruno's head and well, being an osprey was still rather heavy, but it was not the equivalent to a 50-year-old woman and number 3. The ceiling, which she was now staring up at since she was now sprawled on the floor in a very undignified manner, needed to be dusted because there were cobwebs in every corner and then some.
She continued to stare up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened. It was a small blessing she was still dressed.]
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But okay, sure, human thoughts, what else did she have to try. She closes her eyes and tries to take deep breaths, a bit hard to do when you have a beak instead of a nose. She's fine, it's fine, she will deal with this, all she has to do is just turn human again.
She takes several more deep breaths, trying to set aside her panic and anger and worry.
And blinks when she realizes three fundamental truths at the exact same time number 1. The shift from turning into a human into a bird and a bird into a human was a seamless transition that had no fanfare, no poofs of smoke or pain in her bones, no snaps or screams of pain, just one-moment bird, one moment human. Number 2. She had done this while as a bird sitting atop Bruno's head and well, being an osprey was still rather heavy, but it was not the equivalent to a 50-year-old woman and number 3. The ceiling, which she was now staring up at since she was now sprawled on the floor in a very undignified manner, needed to be dusted because there were cobwebs in every corner and then some.
She continued to stare up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened. It was a small blessing she was still dressed.]
So, human thoughts... apparently.