Beatrice turns to look towards the direction of the sound, frowning just slightly. It's just a memory--not even hers--but part of her half expects to just...turn back into a bluebird. Like it's too good to last, even if she's been this way a little while now.

There's no use dwelling, so when she turns back, the smirk is back on her face. Yeah, nothing can get her down right now, really. Not even birds.

"Ooooh I don't know, I could probably think something up."