<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/>Agatha glanced up from the bolt of cloth she ran through her fingers to steal another glance at her childhood friend and caught the eye of Mrs. Howell.  She smiled again politely.  Mrs. Howell did not.  Her eyebrow arched in questioning distain.  Whether it was the poor dress, the display of affection or the way Agatha’s eyes continued to find Onneca as she waited, it did not matter.  ‘You are not for her,’ the look said. ‘It would be best for her if you left and never came back.’  She knew that look.  It had condemned her once before.  Agatha lowered her gaze, unable to look at the old woman or Onneca when she returned with the chair.  She stood in the small aisle fingering the cloth without feeling it, feeling very alone with her thoughts.<br/><br/>Maybe she was right. The Onneca that attended her elderly customer with a care and kindness few would, would never again be the Onny Agatha had known.  Time had taken that pretty little girl away and replaced her with a beautiful, independent young woman.  While the Onny she remembered could be seen in the dimpled smile and giggling laughter of their reunion, the Onneca before her was a stranger.  But this Onneca was happy and it would be unfair, cruel even to let the undercurrent of sadness Agatha felt show.  Agatha was good at hiding how she felt, she had been doing it for so long.<br/><br/>She felt Mrs. Howell’s disapproving gaze on her until Onneca returned with a chair for the old woman to sit in.  Regardless of whom Onneca was or is, Agatha wound not to burden her with her issues.  It was unlikely that Onneca would understand or accept who Agatha was now and if anyone found out the truth would Agatha want her oldest friend to suffer from her association to her.  No.  No that would not do.  Onneca deserved to be happy.  She had a place here, a life she had made for herself, a place where she belonged.  Agatha was happy for her, truly happy for her.  No, she would not hurt Onneca that way.  She owned the little girl she grew up with that much.<br/><br/>Apparently Mrs. Howell finally decided the two women no longer needed a chaperone and packed up her items and left them alone once more.  Agatha said a subdued goodbye when she left and looked at Onneca’s back as she straightened the linen racks from where she had pulled some samples.  Agatha took one last moment to wonder what if.  What if they had never been separated? What if they had never met until now?  What if?<br/><br/>By the time Onneca looked over her shoulder to smile and apologize, the moment was gone and the tears were long since dried.  “It is fine.” She said brushing off the apology. On the subject of Mrs. Howell she was very non-committal.  Mrs. Howell had made her feelings very clear. “She seemed nice.” She lied.<br/><br/>Agatha walked up through the aisle, where she could have wrapped her long arms around Onneca’s waist and rested her cheek against Onneca’s hair, but she did not.  She stepped up next to her and looked at the cloth she was folding.  “I am just staying there for now. “ She admitted. “I am not a member.  They agreed to take me in for the moment when I showed them some of the things in my notebook.”  It was all that was left of her inventions.  The rest had burned to ash. “Oh, my work is not so important. It is interesting and fun,” She added. “But I guess that is a part of me that hasn’t changed after all these years.”  Agatha had always been fiddling with something as a child and had often worked on makeshift tools for her father or little trinkets for the camp girls to wear.  Maybe it was her way of saying, “I know that we are different, but part of me is still the Aggy you know.”  Maybe it was just conversation.<br/><br/>“A humble dressmaker? Your work is beautiful, Onneca.” The change in name was notable in its formality.  “And yes, everyone needs clothes.  Which is what has brought me here today.  I am happy to say.  I have received an advance on my first commission and as you can see, I am in desperate need of your services and need a dress.”  She laughed lightly at herself.  Agatha may not be able to have their years apart back, but she could try to have her friend once again.<br/>