<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>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>London Royal Apothecary<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca, Elizabeth<br/><hr/><br/><br/>“Oh my!” Agatha’s eyes widened at the news of Pierre’s demise.  She had indeed known the man.  He had been at the Collegium when she arrived in Gomorra.  He was a nice enough gentleman.  They hadn’t worked closely, but he had spoken up for her when she had philosophical differences with the head of the collegium Oswald Hardinger.  She had understood Hardinger’s position then and now, but sometimes the realities of life make compromise necessary.  He didn’t believe so and so here she was in Gomorra with no Collegium support.  Hopefully that would change someday.  Anyway Pierre, poor man.<br/><br/>“Yes, I knew him.   He was a nice man.  Is he asking you if you know anything or is he asking you to look into it for him?  She guessed the later.  Agatha nodded when Elizabeth mentioned that she often heard more than the collegium.  The Collegium liked to separate themselves from everyone else.  Not a bad idea when you often work with things that can blow up a city block or worse.  Elizabeth had other advantages as well.  She was an apothecary, not a “mad” scientist.  She would not always be recognizable as a collegium member and she was absolutely gorgeous.  Not just pretty or easy on the eyes, but the kind of beautiful that men kill each other over.  Men get stupid and say things they shouldn’t around a woman like Elizabeth.<br/><br/>“…or are they for Onneca again.”  Agatha was snapped away from other thoughts.<br/><br/><em> ‘For Onneca? Oh the flowers!’  The wildflowers, yes they were for Onneca, but again?  Why again?' </em>She picked wildflowers all the time when she was out on the mesas.  She thought about the last time she had picked wildflowers; purple verbena, brilliant yellow blazing stars and pink mimulus.  They too were given without thought…to Onneca.  Desert lilies and lupine, phacelia and desert aster all…for Onneca.<br/><br/>Complicated.  That was the word she used to describe morning tea.  She wished dearly that her feelings and thoughts weren’t so complicated.  For once simple would be so very nice. Agatha had promised herself the day they found one another that she would not burden Onneca with her feelings and she had done so for a year.  She had tucked them aside and thrown herself into her work and she had become successful in her own right.  Much of her success was due to Onneca. She had seen how her childhood friend had become a beautiful and caring woman that often thought more of others than herself.   Agatha began to think of Onneca differently in the last year.  Her childhood infatuation had been replaced with friendship, admiration and something more…complicated.<br/><br/>“They are.” Agatha said her smile friendly and warm.  Her inner thoughts registering more like her usual preoccupation and absent-mindedness than anything else.<br/><br/>“But she is not the only special lady in my life I bear gifts for.”  She owed much to Elizabeth too.  Elizabeth was more outgoing and extroverted than Onneca.  She could sell scales to a lizard.  Agatha handed the bouquet of orange, white and purple flowers over to the object of her complication.  She opened her handbag and produced another bouquet this one of plants not so pretty, but much more appropriate for the intuitive apothecary.  Tied together with a pretty powder blue ribbon were ephedra twigs, wild licorice and creosote.  All plants with medicinal purposes if someone knew how to process them.  Agatha was certain Elizabeth did.<br/><br/>“I suppose I should vote too.  Agatha was not interested in the politics of Gomorra.  As long as she was allowed to build her inventions and free to sell them to whoever wished the devices she created she wasn’t so concerned about whom the mayor was or the sheriff.  Thankfully she had Onneca and Elizabeth to give her insights into the machinations of Gomorra’s political predators or at least she got the really juicy bits of gossip.<br/><br/>“Oh! That reminds me.  My friend Christian is in town.  You know he would make a great Sheriff.   I should tell him about it.” She had mentioned Christian by name before and gotten strange looks from her friends.  Agatha didn’t look like she would have ridden with such a well-known and dangerous gunslinger like Christian “Spooky” Specter, but then again, they didn’t know everything about her.  She had spent the better part of two years travelling the west with Christian and any legend that mentioned a woman by his side was probably referring to her and probably completely inaccurate.<br/>