<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>June 2, 1875<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bodega de Goni<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca<br/><hr/><br/><br/>“No, no it’s my fault.” Agatha apologized. She scrambling to clean up the mess she had made, her hands bumping into Onneca’s as the fumbled around on the floor.  Agatha's fingers gently closing over Onneca’s. They had reached for the honey jar at the same time, but Onneca's had closed on it first.  The stretch to reach the jar had indeed thrown Agatha off balance and the steadying hand drew a glance and an appreciative smile, the first good look the women had at one another.<br/><br/>The dimpled smile that greeted Agatha froze her before she could apologize again, her mouth slightly agape.  The face she saw before her was much younger.  Dark haired tossled from the plains winds, freshly picked morning glories tucked behind her ear, laughter in her voice and pretty little dimples on her cheeks. The woman kneeling in front of her had heavily lidded eyes and a soft gentle face, she was pretty beyond distraction, but Agatha saw only those dimples, those precious little divots that blessed her olive skin.  There were unmistakable...to Agatha.<br/><br/><em>'Aggy?'</em>No one in Gomorra called her that.<br/><br/>She couldn’t speak.  Her voice caught in her throat while her emerald eyes rimmed with tears.  She could only smile brightly like the little fiery haired girl Onneca used to play with.  Onneca’s thumping heart was unknowingly matched by Agatha’s racing one and the young scientist let herself be drawn to her feet, her hand never leaving Onneca’s.  She was too afraid if she let go the woman before her would dissolve away like some desert mirage.<br/><br/>“Onny?” her voice was trembling with hope and heavy with emotion.  It was all she could do to tumble the childhood name from her lips and she held her breath to see if doing so would cause her to wake up from the dream she was surely having.  When she did not her smile grew, if that was possible,and the tears began to flow unabashedly from her eyes.<br/><br/>“Onny!”  She wrapped her arms around her childhood friend and held her like she never wanted to let her go.<br/>