<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/><br/>The oldest Sparrow took a deep breath in. A sight was before her that would normally have frightened any other to step outside and see such a thing. However, she saw it as a sign of affection and care, causing one of the few honest smiles she ever wore to adorn her lips; it was a smile that, as of late, only Muriel could procure for her. The scene before her was also one of only the angel's doing. "How sweet," she cooed softly, stepping off the torn old patio and onto the broken road that led back to town. She bent over to pick up a long, black feather- or perhaps two, or three? It didn't matter. Julie-Anna was content as she walked down the road and back into town, mind far away from all the duties she would have upon her return. Instead, she focused on the all the crows that littered her path, the sight of their open beaks and beady eyes a comfort to her. Everything had to die at some point, right?