Tress loved to garden. It was one of the few hobbies she enjoyed doing to unwind and destress. She also enjoyed organizing things, but she had been told by others that didn't really count as a hobby since that could be done at any time with almost anything and could have easily been considered a part of work. Gardening, however, was something of an escape for her. In her garden, it was like she was living in her own little world; a world she had nearly complete control over.

As the reigning monarch over her garden, Tress could keep order by pulling up weeds when they seemed to pop into existence and prune stray branches when they got out of line. In her world, she had the ultimate say of who stayed and who went. She could uproot and plant whatever she wished wherever she wanted and they would generally stay put. Sure, once in a while a plant might creep somewhere astray or a weed would show up where it wanted, but those things happened slowly and at a pace that allowed her to notice them in time to do something about it; unlike people. Maintaining her garden on a regular basis to keep order within it brought her great joy in a way she could never have in the real world.

People were so unpredictable and illogical so often. Plants, at least, were easy enough to understand. If one wilted, she knew it perhaps needed water or sunlight or better soil. Maybe it was ailing due to bugs or disease, but there were only so many things that could be the cause. Once she went through a systematic check-up, she could diagnose and determine what was wrong with it before finding and enacting a solution to the problem.

Perhaps one reason plants were so much more predictable and thus easy to control was because they moved so much slower than people. It was easier to determine what a plant was trying to do or going to do before it did it and why. If a plant was about to produce seeds to scatter, Tress could easily remove all the seeds before they went everywhere she didn't want them to, like with dandelions. If another was moving in a certain direction in order to reach a water source, she could provide it with a new water, closer source so that it stopped branching out to seek another. It was nice how clean-cut and practical plant needs were to access - unlike peoples' needs.

Tress had been born in Brighton, England. Tress' and her younger sister's mother had left their father soon after Tress' younger sister had been born. She still didn't know why, nor did she really understand why her father had taken his own life shortly after, as she had been too young to realize what had been going on at the time. Even years later, however, she still didn't understand it. It seemed so illogical to miss someone so much that one neglected their own children and lost their will to live. That was humans for you, though. Messy with emotions and entirely unpredictable.

It was one of many reasons why she much preferred plants to people.