<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Onnecamug3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Onneca de Goni<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The London Royal Apothecary<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha, Elisabeth<br/><hr/><br/>A smile just escaped the shadow of Onneca's sun hat, straw with a lavender bow that trailed in the back and a brim almost broader than her shoulders. In her arms was a bundle of cloth that might've bore a tiny babe or a very spoilt kitten "Ho-la~" she called with a voice that to her own ears was loud, but barely made it from the dusty road through the din of rickety carriage wheels and the songs of locusts to the Royal Apothecary's front porch. Elisabeth seemed to be reading somethng important, something that didn't make her smile. The smile that endured the whole way here, in the dust and sun and glower of church ladies, became tentative as she read the worried mood of one of her closest friends in the world.<br/><br/>"Something is bothering you," she said gently. She lifted the bundle of cloth onto the table beside Elisabeth's bulldog and unwrapped it gingerly, a fresh jar of honey sparkling golden in the sun, not too hot, but just warm enough to be gathered in a teaspoon and stirred into a spot of tea. Each one was a gift, compliments of the bodega, to repay Beth for her hospitality and her tea, for her friendship, for her conversation on a morning like this. There was so much to talk about. But first she was prepared to listen, particularly once she spied the gun on the table. The position of her slender body neatly blocked its silvery finish from onlookers as she sat down and looked pleadingly to Elisabeth. "You can tell me."<br/><br/>Now they were missing only one. Certainly, the table was made to seat four, or even five under the right conditions, but the Ladies of Science were only three. It was Onneca, and it was Agatha, and it was Elisabeth, banded together against the world, through thick and thin, musketeers in their own right. She spied the third among them coming down the wooden walkway with a splash of color in the wildflowers Onneca adored. While usually she had a great big dimpled smile for Aggy, it was a little cautious now. Rarely was it good news that came in a letter to a woman in these times.