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Botanicals has a minion!

Jet the Black Cat

Botanicals
Legacy Name: Botanicals

The Harvest Feli

Owner: humorless

Age: 15 years, 7 months, 3 days

Born: September 23rd, 2008

Adopted: 15 years, 7 months, 3 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: September 23rd, 2008 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 18
   
• Strength: 38
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 49
   
• Books Read: 49
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Horticulturist

**under construction**

As you approach the towering Victorian house, you are greeted by the gentle smell of fresh herbs. You notice the modest garden nestled beyond a distressed picket fence and for reasons unknown to you, decide to detour through the garden rather than approaching the front door. You can faintly hear ocean waves beneath a chorus of frog croaking. Although your hair is beginning to stand on end, you find the scent of herbs combined with salty ocean air to be oddly soothing. A black cat wanders onto the stone path, almost as if it were inviting you in. "Someone clearly has a green thumb," you mumble to the cat as you step beneath the trellis and its canopy of jasmine. Is that cat smirking?

Scanning over the rows of blossoms, you can't help but glance upwards at the huge lilac trees just behind the garden. There are rumors about these trees. They have been in bloom months beyond the typical season. The locals seem to think the trees have been enchanted by some sort of magic spell, if you believe such things. You head straight for the back gate so you can investigate the bewitched trees.

Pushing on the rickety gate, the source of the croaking is revealed. Dozens of slimy, olive-colored frogs are congregated around the lilacs. One frog approaches your foot as its croaking becomes erratic. The black cat darts past the trees and settles near the house, uneasy with whatever is taking place. Unfazed, you lean close to the frog just as it coughs up a strange looking ring.

As you reach for the ring, you notice two identical rectangles poking out of the dirt. Rocks? No...it appears to be some type of leathery material. Boots! Your body is consumed by a sinking feeling as you realize why boots would be sticking up out of fresh dirt. The cat yowls and draws your attention to the conservatory door, where your eyes meet with a nervous looking young woman. When you return your gaze to the strange earth beneath the lilacs, the boots are gone.

Credits
Story: Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman and its film adaptation.
Graphics: StarlightSophie, JunosPlace, SubtlePatterns.com
Glade Feli and miscellaneous items in text are from Subeta.net