<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg)</div><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/><br/>Startled would be the proper word for how she felt. At first, that is. A smile crept upon her lips, arms slithering around the woman to hold her close, though the soft squeeze that she gave was surely a cover-up for the chill that climbed her spine. Although the lick did not go unnoticed, she hoped her squeeze made the sudden quake of her body disappear into the embrace. "Hello, my Angel," she cooed into the woman's ear, lips dangerously close so only those ears could hear. "I've missed you," were words she rarely -nay, never- used, but they were the little bit of honesty she could rarely muster.<br/><br/>Pressing a soft kiss to her temple, Julie-Anna looked down at the woman. Such beauty in such an ancient creature and a mind that lost itself in anything and everything. Yet, it never forget her, did it? That made her smile soften, an adoring glimmer in her eyes. How soft her skin felt, so perfect. It made sense, considering what she was, who created her. "Such beauty," her voice was so low that she barely even heard it. Now somewhat flustered, she remembered what she had come for. "Ah, right. My dear, that girl I sent to you last- her brother is here searching for her. I trust you rid us of her as perfectly as you usually do?" Eyes planting their gaze directly on the other's, she peered quietly for a moment. "You did not speak a word of her. Everything went well, correct? No trace?"