<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 3rd 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Dinner Time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha’s House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca, Elizabeth, Christian<br/><hr/><br/>Agatha was dumbstruck at Christian’s words and her mouth hung open for a second when he kissed her on the cheek and walked away to the dinner table.  A million thoughts raced through Agatha’s head and that was saying something considering her agile mind was always racing.  For her to be flummoxed by Christian’s simple words was a first.  She mumbled niceties as everyone passed by her into the living room until Elizabeth walked by with a gleam in her eye that made everything click.<br/><br/>Agatha’s green eyes narrowed slightly.  She should have known.  Elizabeth wasn’t the type to let things sit and work themselves out.  When she believed in an outcome she did her best to nudge the players in her game in the “right” direction, regardless of resistance.  She had been doing so for some time now and while Agatha loved her for her support and understanding, Miss Boyle would be downright pushy at times.<br/><br/>It was the first time she had a full table.  She had shared meals with Onneca and Elizabeth before that was nothing new, but with Spooky there her table was set with all of her friends.  The room was warm from cooking and smelled of lovingly tended dishes.  Agatha took a moment to survey the scene as she stood with her dexterous fingers curled over the back of her chair.  She looked to each of the faces present.  Elizabeth, no truer a friend a woman could wish for, strong-willed, intelligent and beautiful.  Spooky, Brooding and dark, but loyal and gentle under his gruff demeanor and then there was Onneca.  Onneca de Goni, kind and caring, smart and humble, her friendship was a treasure Agatha held dearest in her heart.  Onneca’s smile lite up the room when it dimpled and her gentle touch made countless women in Gamorra beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as she was in Agatha’s eyes.  The faces around the table made Agatha’s eyes misty with emotion as she took her place at the end of the table.<br/><br/>Agatha was overcome with the warm fuzzies of friendship and the love she held for all of them.  She didn’t even get annoyed when Elizabeth jumped in to the hostess roll Agatha had temporarily abandoned in her state and instead took her hand was a squeeze to let her know how much she appreciated her presence.  Agatha’s pale hand cupped Onneca’s and she felt the gentle squeeze she returned in kind.  Her eyes flickered once to meet the beautiful Mexican’s eyes filled with the love she felt before they gently closed and she bowed her head in prayer.  Only a heathen who’s eyes remained open during grace would have seen the smile that touched her lips at Onneca’s spoken prayer.  Her fingers a gentle caress against the delicate hand resting in her own, to show that they had been heard and appreciated.<br/><br/>“Amen.”<br/>