[She's freaking out her daughter. That immediately ruffles Julieta's feathers... literally, but not because she's mad at Luisa, but because she's mad at herself. Her daughter is only trying to help. She has to calm down for her daughter's sake. Being angry and upset and scared and PISSED OFF THAT THIS KEPT HAPPENING wasn't helping anyone right now.
She tries to take deep breaths, a difficult task when you have a beak instead of a nose.
At Luisa's question, she pauses. What had she been doing? She shook her head and flew over to the cutting board, pushing some of the vegetables she had been cutting with her beak before flying back to Luisa. Only, flying was a very difficult thing when you weren't actually born a bird and she flopped onto the floor, trying to get herself situated again.]
no subject
She tries to take deep breaths, a difficult task when you have a beak instead of a nose.
At Luisa's question, she pauses. What had she been doing? She shook her head and flew over to the cutting board, pushing some of the vegetables she had been cutting with her beak before flying back to Luisa. Only, flying was a very difficult thing when you weren't actually born a bird and she flopped onto the floor, trying to get herself situated again.]