<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/>It wasn't even shocking anymore to hear that someone had been murdered. Onneca's fingers reached out to clasp Elisabeth's in silent commiseration, and she gave a light squeeze to communicate that she was there to share the burden. They had to be there for one another, the three of them, because nobody else would be and it was just too daunting for an unconventional woman to make it alone in this world. Onneca would not have survived out here without her closest friends, her confidantes. At times, they were perhaps a little<em>too </em>close- Onneca's fingers gave a little jump against Elisabeth's when she heard that mischievous tease of Elisabeth hinting at what neither Onneca nor Aggy would admit. If the flowers were for her, then she supposed she would take them with the same shy and understated thanks that she had before.<br/><br/>"The Sheriff was a good man." She gave a sad nod. "He scared me sometimes. I think he made many enemies to protect us. We do not see that very often. It is not popular to stand for something in the Maze. The water will always try to wear you down." She dabbed a little moisture from the corner of her eye, and then her hand went to retrieve a lace kerchief from her pocket because she was not nearly done. Onneca was an emotional creature. She could read a story about imaginary people and cry when nobody she knew, nobody who even really existed took a bullet. She believed in love and she had<em>faith </em>with all her heart, on her knees thrice a week and whispering to the Almighty, because she could<em>feel </em>His presence. She was the species of woman the West chewed up and spit out, and if Sheriff Coleman couldn't stand against the tide, that didn't fare well at all.<br/><br/>She had the politeness to avert her gaze when Elisabeth's bosom swelled tight against her blouse. Elisabeth knew, after all. Some of it the clever woman had intuited, and some Onneca had told after the requisite four shots of honey rum and ever keener questions. Sometimes a little tickle was necessary, but rarely more than that. She was not sure, anymore, just what kind of secrets she had spilled. Some, more than others, she was determined to keep buried. Her softened gaze slipped over to Aggy. "I think I will vote for Nash. He worked for Sheriff Coleman. The Sheriff would not have suffered him if he were a bad man. What do we know about him?"