<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/>Ms. Crane watched as the man moved around, quietly stepping to and fro as if she were interested in his movements. It honestly bored her to death, the boy thinking she had nothing better to do than to watch him. He had better make this boredom worth her while and not ruin anything for her or the town. If anything went wrong, she'd probably just got and kill him herself. A vague, evil smile crossed her lips while his back remained turned. It had been well over a decade since she had felt the power of taking another's life, the sweet color filling her hands, enticing her eyes. She was the perfect woman to lead the unsuspecting fools to their deaths; that was precisely why no one in town dared to go against her. One had already lost his life, quite publicly, so why would another wish to succumb to such a fate?<br/><br/>"The weather? Clear as day. Its nearly always bright and sunny in town. Though the occasional showers litter the ground. I believe there were a few throughout the night these last few days, but I can't recall the time." She gave a seemingly indifferent shrug as she stepped towards and swiftly past the man, though her fingertips brushed the back of his hand, her own hands swaying effortlessly at her sides. "We are blessed with good weather her in Castle Hill. What is it like where you hail from?" Heelsbturning effortlessly in the gravel, she may have appeared much closer than she actually was, fingers clasping her hands together at her midsection. Stance and posture were everything when holding a position of authority, and hers was held with such dignity it was almost impossible to think the woman anything but a kind-hearted, strong last of the town. Who would claim otherwise, anyway?