<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 smiles at Melly as she continues to press her cheek to the Sparrow's fingers, then gives another small shrug to Arman: the blur of seasons has little sense of consistency or importance and the fine distinctions about the creature in the basement are minutiae, and she doesn't place the importance on it that these others seem to.<br/><br/>"Would that one be any less a monster with a ready prick?  I think he's merely who he's meant to be.  Not every child dreams of pretty things; inexperience isn't innocence."   She makes a vague motion with a free hand.  "It's hardly unexpected."<br/><br/>She spends a moment in thought.  "I<em>suppose</em>we can have music.  I've missed the orchestra.  Will you fetch it for us, little bird?"  She looks to Crane curiously.