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A weathered scarecrow stands beneath a brilliant harvest moon, his glowing eyes shining from within a grinning skull. A faded purple hat, marked with an ancient eye, rests upon his head, while tattered straw catches the autumn wind. Golden fields surround him beneath a sky alive with bats and drifting clouds, creating a scene that feels both welcome and warning. Though stitched from humble things, Gregorious carries himself with the quiet dignity of an old guardian who has stood longer than anyone can remember. Long before the Hat Society divided into Councils and Covens, the fields had their own keeper.
Gregorious Hedgewarden stands where summer gives way to autumn, watching over the last harvest before winter closes the gate. Crows know his name. Foxes give his fields a respectful berth. No one remembers who first placed the old witch's hat upon his head. They only know that after it appeared, nothing crossed the boundary without his permission.
The Witch Hat Coven has claimed him as one of their own for generations, but Gregorious has never confirmed it.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Outsiders of Chaos
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
A weathered scarecrow stands beneath a brilliant harvest moon, his glowing eyes shining from within a grinning skull. A faded purple hat, marked with an ancient eye, rests upon his head, while tattered straw catches the autumn wind. Golden fields surround him beneath a sky alive with bats and drifting clouds, creating a scene that feels both welcome and warning. Though stitched from humble things, Gregorious carries himself with the quiet dignity of an old guardian who has stood longer than anyone can remember. Long before the Hat Society divided into Councils and Covens, the fields had their own keeper.
Gregorious Hedgewarden stands where summer gives way to autumn, watching over the last harvest before winter closes the gate. Crows know his name. Foxes give his fields a respectful berth. No one remembers who first placed the old witch's hat upon his head. They only know that after it appeared, nothing crossed the boundary without his permission.
The Witch Hat Coven has claimed him as one of their own for generations, but Gregorious has never confirmed it.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Outsiders of Chaos
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
