<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/>A soft chuckle couldn't help but escape the woman's lips as Cameron made his comments. He was such a flattering boy. A boy. That is what she mainly saw him as. He seemed so young to her for some reason, though she would not deny that a certain... Curiosity befell her in his presence. Glancing over him idly, she listened to the small quarrel among the group, knowing well the feelings of both sides. The child was much to young to be turned over; he should have just been killed, it was true. However, that season had been coming late and all of them were growing bored and hungry. At the time, Julie-Anna was only twenty one, without the devil's wits about her, so her piercing eyes hadn't yet been adjusted to keeping a steady eye on the road up to the Castle. That was the day they readjusted.<br/><br/>"What's done is done, correct. Paul is not happy with his situation, that much is known. He'd sing a different tune had he been exposed to you and asked for the transformation." She knew this all too well. He had expressed it to the woman before, saying how he was the type of child who was always curios about the dark and supernatural- he would have loved to be an Unknown. Just not in that way. "Though, he has warmed up to you, Arman, ever so slightly. He knows your feelings and, though he may be too stubborn to show it, he hates you less than the other males." When the boy explained this, she couldn't help but laugh. It was child's play. But what else was to be expected?<br/><br/>The woman's eyes rolled at the young Melly, ignoring her tone. "Oh, but how could I forget you, my dear?" The smile on her face looked genuine, her tone holding a steady sincerity and kindness. Had the group not known any better, they would have felt that she was truly so kind. Of course, this act was simply to prove to the Unknown that she knew what she was doing, and that she was not Head Sparrow for no reason. At the mention of the CD, an idle hand pointed towards the doorway, her finger indicating the small stack that had gone unnoticed on the end table beside the front door. "I had the diner's cook take care of that for you. They had quite a few copies on that monster of a bus of their's, so I doubt a few missing CD's will be an issues. "They're not half bad," she muttered.<br/><br/>Through all this, her body seemed to lean more and more into Muriel, enjoying the soft touch against her fingertips. The effect from the Angel was unfathomable, as composure was something that Julie-Anna always had about her. Yet, the woman seemed to melt against the ancient creature, making it quite obvious that it was her company that she enjoyed the most of all the Unknown; she loved that little nickname, 'Little Bird'. Then again, the others never tried too hard to spend time with her. Well, aside from Cameron. Perhaps she would decide to indulge him at some point? A mental shrug gave it some consideration as she pressed a soft kiss to Muriel's cheek. "If that is all, I should be returning to the town." The far-away look that clouded her eyes as they rested upon her angel slowly faded as those dark orbs looked about the room.<br/><br/>"Good day, then." A small nod and she turned swiftly, the Click Clack of her heels echoing throughout the large house. A finger tapped the set of CD's on the small table, a sign for them to remember they say there, before her hand turned the large door handle. The next moment, she stood on the decomposing old wood of the porch, looking out into the woods.