<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Agatha-avi.jpg) </div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>August 11th, 1875<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bodega de Goni<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca, Elizabeth (mentioned)<br/><hr/><br/>While Onneca continued to work on her hair Agatha watched the angry little June Bug explore his new environment.  She wondered what this little bugs’ mind must think of its glass cage where it could watch the world go by yet no longer experience it.  She wondered if the June Bug would become lonely.<br/><br/>“Be that as it may.” Agatha said, the idea of a night out with her friend had already taken root in her mind and there was no letting go.  Onny would protest, she always had, but Agatha was sure she could wear her down.  “There are many wonderful shows in Gamorra and I think we should go.  I have a friend Elizabeth that I am sure would love to join us.  She owns the London Royal Apothecary.  It will be fun. I will set it all up.”<br/><br/>Agatha felt the industrious hands leave her hair and was confident there wasn’t a strand out of place.  She turned her attention away from the jar and its lonely little captive and turned in her seat to watch Onneca fret over dresses.  The dress she held up was a deep orange.  It was sturdy looking and none too fancy, but like all of Onneca’s creations it was beautifully crafted and held a dignity and elegance that made an ordinary woman feel like a lady by wearing it.<br/><br/>“No, no.  I couldn’t soil it.” She protested, the offer reminding her of why she had come and the current state of her dress.  She stood quickly and glanced towards the front of the shop to see if anyone was milling aroundt.  It was to miserably hot of a day for there to be many about.  Seeing no one she gave Onneca a mischievous grin and stood taking her hand.  “Come with me.” She said brushing by Onneca, tattered and frayed shirts swishing around her legs revealing tiny peaks of forbidden ankles and scandalous calves.  She grabbed the hand Onneca was using to hold the dress and would half lead and half drag Onneca through the privacy curtain into her dark space.  Agatha loved to look at the wonderful dresses there.  They were so pretty.  So pretty she had refused all of Onneca’s offers to try them on.  They were to intimate to touch.  To touch their beautiful silk would be like caressing olive skin, to be wrapped in them would be like being wrapped in their creators’ arms.  It did not feel right for her to touch them, but they were so pretty she could spend all day admiring them.<br/><br/>“Have you ever wished you didn’t have to be clad neck to foot in yards of cloth Onny?” Agatha asked letting go of Onneca’s hand and spun slowly in the small room letting her tattered skirts flare out around her just a little.  “I do.   Sometimes I wish I could walk about in just my corset and knickers like the girls at Miss’s Greene’s or The Gilded Feather.  It would be so much more comfortable.  I could let my ankles show.” She parted the tatters of her dress to flash a stockinged leg and make an overly exaggerated wink at her friend then giggled. “And be free to move." Here in the soft darkness of Onneca’s secret place she could be as bold and outrageous as she used to be.<br/>