https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/849595/?page=1#post-8812564 ꕀ there is a garden hiding on the land just outside the historic barn, and it is a tangled tapestry of history and wild beauty. once lovingly tended, now it flourishes in unchecked abundance, with heirloom flowers—heliotrope, lavender, chamomile, and foxglove— mingling freely with hardy weeds and creeping moss. faded stone paths and rusted ironwork peek through the greenery, hinting at a forgotten elegance. on moonlit nights, the pale blossoms glow softly, filling the air with a sweet, nostalgic perfume that drifts into the barn where hex and her family dwell. the garden is both a sanctuary and a mystery, its' unruly blooms murmuring secrets of the past to those patient enough to wander its winding trails. when hex is not basking in the gentle affection of the twoleg little girl, she slips away to the garden’s wild embrace. amid the tangled blooms and whispering weeds, she finds a tranquil refuge, curling up beneath fragrant lavender or weaving between moonlit foxgloves. - the garden is a living relic of the victorian era, bursting with old-fashioned flowers like heliotrope, lavender, chamomile, foxglove, peonies, and forget-me-nots, all planted generations ago and now left to grow wild. - alongside the elegant blooms, strangling weeds of dandelion, nettle, and wild clover, have crept in over time. weaving through the flower beds and giving the garden a dreamy, tangled look, hex cannot help but be drawn to it. - as many of the flowers were chosen for their meaning in the victorian language of flowers, hex often uses the blossoms she finds here to send secret messages to others. - formerly straight pathways of crumbling brick or stone are now nearly invisible, covered by moss and trailing vines, but they can still be traced by those with a careful eye. - an ancient wrought-iron bench and a birdbath, now half-swallowed by ivy and lichen, hint at the garden’s former glory. - at night the pale blooms, like moonflowers and white roses, glow softly under the moonlight, making the garden feel otherworldly and enchanted. hex is quite captivated by this detail, as the provided atmosphere is where she can think the clearest. - nature's perfume; on summer evenings, the air is filled with the mingling scents of lavender, chamomile, and old roses, which drift into the barn where hex often dreams. - a rusted, ornate gate at the edge of the garden is permanently ajar, creaking softly in the wind, as if inviting abandoned souls and wanderers to explore. - the young she-cat loves to explore the garden, imagining the lives of those who once tended it and making up stories in her head about the meaning behind each entwined bloom and crumbling relic.
- the combination of her intricate language choice and philosophical applications causes her to speak in what seems like riddles; this confuses most, which is slightly humorous to the curly-furred feline. if asked for further elaboration, she usually will not provide it despite being fully capable. - latin is the language that was utilized by early occultists since it was considered to be the "fancy" language at the time, spoken by all who were nobility or considered of higher education. hex speaks mild latin, having learned it from the twolegs that she stays with in her free time. - hex is used to being picked fun at and teased, so she tends to ignore most as she believes that they are picking on her until they prove otherwise. she only starts a conversation if she has abundant interest in the feline. - the twolegs that hex likes to visit have a young daughter who absolutely adores her. the little girl loves playing with the sparkly-eyed kitten, putting bows in her curls, dressing her up, and affectionately nicknaming her "dolly". - "fleurs de bulgarie", the perfume that she smells faintly of is worn by her young twolegs' mother. this perfume was queen victoria's scent of choice. - i bought a moonstone bracelet in the spring special event, which will be given to her if i win her! in the event of this, irp reasoning will also be included. - hex participates in victorian flower language, often giving flowers to her loved ones whether they understand the meaning behind it or not. she has memorized dozens of flower meanings and will sometimes give a bouquet that tells a whole story, if anyone knows how to read it. - hex developed amaxophobia after the twolegs she visits often trapped her in a crate and took her to the vet to get shots. being in a car, or the idea of a car, terrifies her greatly. - to hex, everything has a meaning, and there are no coincidences. everything that happens is connected in the massive web of life; a larger pattern orchestrated by fate. - forever analyzing the world around her, hex has a habit of mentally narrating her observations and applying philosophical lessons to them. for example, if an apprentice attempted to climb the leaders' high-rock and fell, injuring themselves, she might interpret the event as an allegory for greed— a “bottomless pit which exhausts the feline in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction.” this tendency only adds to her reputation as an oddity among her clanmates. - hex does not wear her capelet often, and reserves it for only the most special of events, like a tea party with the young twoleg girl. she frets deeply over getting it dirty, as it is one of her most precious possessions. - hex’s whiskers twitch when the deepest in thought, or thinking especially hard, betraying her otherwise composed demeanor. adding onto this, hex has curly whiskers! - when hex is lost in thought or seeking comfort, a gentle hum often escapes her lips— soft melodies inspired by victorian lullabies she’s heard drifting from the small twoleg’s old music box. the tunes are haunting yet soothing, carrying echoes of eras long past; something hex finds great comfort in. - while heliotropes are hex’s all-time favorite flower, apple blossoms hold a special place in her heart as a close second. the presence of an old apple tree in the field beside the barn where hex grew up makes each spring’s blush of blossoms a gentle reminder of her childhood, the petals decorating the grass with soft memories. yet it is the scent of the heliotropes blooming in the nearby garden that truly lingered with her, each breath evoking recollections of quiet moments and cherished days. - the twolegs experimented with her meals, gingerly figuring out her preferences. they eventually settled on a meal of shredded steamed white fish and egg yolks, with a small amount of salmon oil, as that was her favorite combination. - she will have plots with starlinghymn, rosemarydusk, sulfur, and neptune (sal's version)!
