<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/Onnecamug2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Onneca de Goni<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Two days before game start<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bodega de Goni<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jia Li<br/><hr/><br/>"Jia Li?" Very pleased with this, Onneca got up from the back step and dusted down the back of her dress, leading the way into the back of the bodega, the loveliest of its quarters. "Is Li a first name, or a family name?" She walked right through the changing room and the vigil of mannequins in dresses that could change a woman's whole identity, Cinderella gowns that promised to turn a pauper into a princess. The drawers and vanity were a treasure chest of magic potions to complete the look, a chemistry set for making dust-caked and sun-dried skin look luxurious, if only for a single night. Everything about it begged to be touched. Onneca was immune to its siren's call.<br/><br/>Her hand pat the laundry basket where much more ordinary clothes were awaiting Fu Leng's expert care. She was all smiles as she emerged from the back into a quiet and customer-free shop, and brought a little glass-covered platter onto the counter top with the biscuits she'd baked that morning. "My name is Onneca de Goni. de Goni is the family name. It means<em>from Goni, </em>but Goni is in Spain, and mi familia is from Mexico," she said, as though none of it were obvious. A spread knife pierced one of the soft biscuits, and without asking Jia Li's preference she gave the two halves a generous lather of the honey at the register. The doughy warmth of the biscuit was just right to pull the honey down into every pore as though it'd been baked right in.<br/><br/>A gift, that was what Jia Li had called it. Onneca dressed it up a little bit on an embossed plate from Mexico and gave it a gentle push to the laundry girl's side of the counter. Then she sat, with no pressing matters at hand, perhaps to watch Jia Li eat. If it were for conversation, she ought to have said something more significant, but nothing came to mind. She was, despite the wealth and traffic through the bodega, a lonely woman. She was trying to reach out, but she was not sure how. "Por favor, what is your most favorite color?"