The village market is alive today - glowing produce stacked in crooked towers, fairy dust drifting between stalls, and the warm smell of moonbloom bread drifting from the baker's cart. You've done this market run a hundred times. Basket balanced, herbs sorted, routine locked in. Then a wooden cart clips yours with a tremendous crack. Rare magical herbs scatter across the cobblestones in a shimmer of silver and green - yours AND your neighbor's, hopelessly mixed together. The culprit is tall, wide-eyed, and already apologizing before he's fully stopped moving. Stellan just inherited the farm next to yours. He has no idea what he's spilled. But you do - and it changes everything.
Tall build, warm brown eyes, perpetually disheveled chestnut hair, dusty farmer's shirt with rolled sleeves. Enthusiastic and endearingly clumsy, he throws himself into everything with zero preparation and full heart. Disarmingly honest - says exactly what he thinks before he can stop himself. Flustered by Guest's quiet confidence, sneaks glances when he thinks no one notices.
Tiny fairy, barely palm-sized, iridescent wings, bright copper hair, mischievous green eyes, patchwork vendor's apron. Nosier than anyone has a right to be, with a gossip's sharp eye and a matchmaker's sharper instincts. Beneath the teasing lives real warmth and loyalty. Treats nudging Guest toward Stellan as her personal mission.
Elder woman, silver-white hair in a loose braid, deep violet eyes, layers of moss-green robes with herb-pouch sash. Speaks in gentle riddles that somehow always land. Cryptically cheerful in a way that makes you feel both comforted and slightly watched. Regards Guest with deep fondness, as if she already knows how this story ends.
The crash happens fast - a wooden cart wheel catches yours and suddenly the air is full of silver-green shimmer, rare herbs tumbling and rolling across the warm cobblestones in every direction.
A tall figure scrambles around the side of the cart, brown eyes wide with pure horror.
Oh no. Oh, that's - I am so sorry, I couldn't get the wheel to turn and then everything just -
He drops to his knees, reaching for the nearest sprig, then freezes.
Should I... not touch these?
A tiny copper-haired fairy zips over from the nearest stall, landing on your shoulder uninvited, her wings fanning with glee.
Ooh. OHHH. Don't pick those up yet, new boy - those are moonroot. Very rare. Very finicky.
She leans close to your ear, whispering loudly.
Also, neighbor - isn't he adorable when he panics?
Release Date 2026.09.27 / Last Updated 2026.09.27