Here lies the diary entries, adventures, rants, and letters of Petals Ticklefoot. She is the 18-year-old daughter of turnip farmers Ivana Ticklefoot, and Harry Ticklefoot, niece of the Hin convict Hans Ticklefoot and older sister to 5 younger brothers and 3 younger sisters.
Petals grew up in a prosperous family of turnip farmers, from the Ticklefoots clan her little nestle of a community was mostly made up of other Hin farmers a lot of whom consisted of cousins and distant relatives. This allowed her to grow up in relative harmony with her younger siblings, nestled warmly in their burrowed home in the side of a lush green hill she shared a soft goose feather bed with her three younger sisters. She spent a lot of time helping her Pa fix farming equipment, putting things together with her bare hands and just as readily taking them apart. She loved nothing more than analyzing the inner contraptions of things and understanding how each part played in making an invention or equipment work. At a constant competition with her twin brother Liefs, she detested hunting going as far as constantly disarming her brother's hunting traps when he would try and snare rabbits or any other game. This led to a rivalry between the two that ended in prank traps that drove the family crazy with laughter. On quiet nights the sound of the Ticklefoots from their burrow could be heard cascading upon the wind to nearby farms.
Their quite large family was well known in the hamlet and nearbye villages, her father's turnips being some of the best in the region, which many contributed to his joyous personality and warm heart. Devote halflings it was not uncommon to find the family spending the weekend visiting the temples of Yondalla, and Tymora with fresh baked offerings and honest prayers. Ivana Ticklefoot made it a steadfast tradition to take her children with her to worship every Saturday at dusk at the neighboring village's temple of Mystra. Ivana having been an acolyte of the goddess during her youth in Waterdeep. If a villager ever needed a remedy for boils, healing words for cuts or scrapes, a tonic for fever, they would go to the pretty Middle-aged Hin with wild curly red hair and ask for assistance.
Although Ivana does love her life and family, she wants at least one of her daughters to follow in her footsteps and embrace the weave. She had thought that her oldest, (and dare she say favorite) Petals would take up this calling, as she always sought out mysteries and wanted to know the important questions of how and why. They had even gone as far as to have her take private lessons at the local temple. And while Petals was learning lessons on magic from the apprentice wizard, a dashing and devilish young gnome named Wilfiz Klulnulme, she seemed a little too interested in the lessons than her mother predicted. The normal questions of what she had learned that day were always followed with choked laughter, a blush or even worse a devious smirk that made her mother remember exactly how she had been after meeting her husband at the Marketplace in Waterdeep. And naturally her parents decided they would rather spend their hard-earned money on something other than how this mischievous gnome was teaching their teenage daughter the more creative uses of the Mage Hand cantrip.
With Liefs taking over the farm both of her parents wanted Petals to explore the world and soak it in before settling down or having a serious relationship with an aspiring wizard gnome two villages over, no matter how clever his applications of spells were in the bedroom. So, Ivana did the only thing she could think to do, pack all of Petals shit up, tell her she was moving to Waterdeep and sent word to the temple of Mystra that she would be on her way. Ivana sure that her old home and sanctuary could find use for a feisty young Hin. She knew in her heart they'd keep her in one piece, give her good useful work, and help her figure out how to be an adult. She wanted Petals to blossom, go on adventures and most of all to find her own magic.