<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)   <br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel's wings rustled as she shrugged, running her hand over the smooth, polished newel post.  All this time?  A whole year?  Was a year supposed to be a long time?  The old oak had barely grown at all, the stones by the creek were no smoother...it didn't seem like long at all.   Unless she was misremembering again.  "I think the passage of time has driven us all mad."<br/><br/>She looked to the darkling sparrow with the imperious voice of a pouting child.  "I don't want them throwing things this year.  They broke my window.  Take them to the cellar.  Or the hedge maze."  As of this morning there was no hedge maze, but there hadn't been a sage velvet cushion next to Melly when she'd sat down, either.