<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 took the final step to the floor, tilting her face to kiss Julie-Anna's fingers and nuzzle them in a dozed, idly possessive way as she wistfully pondered how sweet the marrow would be.  "He had the most ridiculous mustache...."<br/><br/>At the mention of Paul, Muriel gave a dainty shrug.  Of course he was well taken care of; she didn't understand why the Sparrow asked about him so often.  He was no different than the oak tree, or the coy, or the crows that lived in the attic, and Muriel ensured they were taken care of too although no one ever asked.  Though, now that she turned her attention, the flock<em>was</em>due for a culling....<br/><br/>Muriel flashed Cameron a playful glare when he slighted the facade, but didn't feel any real ire at the comment.  It was there to provide a warning, after all.  Mariana's mournful tone, in turn, drew a look of pity.