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darielivalyen · 11 days

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Everbloom: Free | Full game | Cozy Fantasy

Everbloom is a cozy fantasy game set on the idyllic Everbloom Isle, a place where the charm of a simpler life and the warmth of a close-knit community come together. In this tranquil world, you’re invited to slow down, cherish the small moments, and find joy in building connections and creating a space where everyone feels at home.

Your journey centers on the dream of opening a teahouse, an aspiration deeply influenced by your longing for independence and a meaningful life. This dream becomes a reality with the inheritance of your grandmother’s house on Everbloom Isle. Here, in a setting far removed from the bustle of city life and your family’s expectations, you begin the delicate process of building a new life for yourself.

Are you ready to leave behind the monotony and dullness of daily life and build the teahouse of your dreams on Everbloom Isle?

Play as male, female, or nonbinary.

Choose your appearance and personality.

Romance or befriend one of three distinctive characters: a brave knight seeking a new purpose, a mischievous oakling who finds joy in life’s lighter moments, or an enigmatic elf with a complex past, seeking solace and clarity on Everbloom Isle.

Create and customize your own teahouse.

Cultivate and enhance your grandmother’s garden.

Explore Everbloom Isle in search of unique tea saplings.

Interact with a host of quirky characters, from the whimsical Holy Cow and her not-at-all terrible fish choir to giant turtles, winged wolves, and mysterious fernlings.

Follow a lovely little quest from the Holy Cow that will challenge you to build friendships, honor your grandmother’s legacy, and expand your collection of unique teas.

Wordcount

Overall: 220.000. Playthrough: 60.000.

Sir Castian/Dame Castillia Honeycutt

Personality: brave, honorable, old-fashioned, bashful. Blurb: In a land where swords are replaced by teacups, Casti(), a knight accustomed to battles and quests, struggles to find his/her role. Everbloom Isle, with its whimsical ways, challenges him/her to redefine what it means to be a hero. Can you help him/her weave his/her knightly virtues into the fabric of your new home?

Narciso/Narissa Roseblade

Personality: mischievous, lighthearted, adventurous, non-committal. Blurb: Nar()’s presence on Everbloom Isle is like a breeze through the Elder Tree’s leaves–light, unpredictable, and full of life. His/her playful antics and seemingly carefree nature captivate those around him/her. Yet, there’s a depth in his/her eyes suggesting more than just whimsy. Will you be the one who figures out what really inspires his/her eternal dance through the grove?

Ideru/Ideri Nightingale

Personality: calculating, composed, solitary, adaptable. Blurb: Ider() arrives at Everbloom Isle cloaked in an aura of intrigue, his/her quiet nature standing in stark contrast to the isle’s vibrancy. Amidst the isle's welcoming community, his/her enigmatic presence stirs a sense of curiosity. Will you be the one who digs into his/her mysterious past and discovers what brings him/her to Everbloom?

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PS: If you're interested in why I decided to release Everbloom for free, you are welcome to visit the forum and look under the 'State of the Game' section. I explained everything there! 😊

#interactive fiction #darielivalyen #free game #cozy fantasy #if #free #choicescript #interactive novel #cozy #full game #share if you think your friends might enjoy it ^^

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msb-lair · 1 year

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Lair Location Banners and Dividers - Post 1 of 5

[Post 1] [Post 2] [Post 3] [Post 4] [Post 5]

Decided to do a set of banners and dividers based on the lair location banner images that would match in style my sets of Coliseum Dividers and Scene Dividers. As new lair location banners get added to Flight Rising, they’ll get added to this set of photosets.

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Photoset #1:

Crystalspine Reaches

Shattered Plain

Everbloom Gardens

Sundial Terrace

Driftwood Drag

Photoset #2:

Wandering Contagion

Zephyr Steppes

Tsunami Flats

Highland Scrub

Emberglow Heath

Photoset #3:

Frigid Floes

Starwood Strand

Greatwyrm’s Breach

Gladeveins

Mirrorlight Promenade

Photoset #4:

Wispwillow Grove

Abiding Boneyard

Reedcleft Ascent

Fishspine Reef

Carrion Canyon

Photoset #5:

Molten Scar

Snowsquall Tundra

#Flight Rising #Lair Locations #Lair Banners #Lair Location Banners #Banners #Dividers #Bio Resources

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reveks · 11 months

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AUgust List!

I have more than 31 AUs so maybe I’ll draw some more at a later date, but for now, here’s the list of the one’s I’ll do in August! Feel free to ask about these, since some haven’t been talked about here!

List not in order of days since I have some ideas for a few already

Also, here’s some au doodles I forgot to post

Lily Grove AU

Everbloom

Elemental Trio AU

Rain World AU (Scug Version)

Ancient AU

Nightmare Heart Revek AU

Antihero AU

Mooncall

Matchmaker Revek AU

Pirate AU (Grevek version)

Mer AU

Rain World AU (Iterator Version)

Deity Revek AU

Pirate AU 2 (OC version)

Fantasy AU

Space AU

Two Gods & a Ghost AU

Superpowers AU

Swap AU

A Spider in Sky AU

Takeover AU

Borrowers AU

Peacock Feathers

Infected Revek AU

Museum AU

Lifeblood Revek AU

Void!Revek

Spiders & Souls

SoulBond Tattoo AU

Folklore AU

Robot AU

#hollow knight #AUgust #my art #my aus #threnodoodles #2023nodoodles #lily grove au #antihero au #two gods and a ghost au #void!revek au

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arcanchrys-fr · 1 year

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wait wait wait hold up

before FR staff publishes any new lore or about about the suspected Arcane Ancient, i NEED to say my fanlore story NOW

i've never gotten around to properly typing it, but i have bits and pieces around my lair lore project all over my lair and den, as well as snippets here on my blog and on my discord. and in notebooks and sketchbooks i'm sure. i'm getting so energetically defensive right now because i've literally had this story in my head and heart for YEARS, and it is TERRIFYING to see how similar it's going to sound now that i'm typing out a summary as fast as i can, to "Look! A shooting star!"

my lair's lore...literally begins like that

there is a meteor approaching the ground of sorienth, and it collides into a great, vast land of one of the floating crystalline terra, and this floating terra explodes into many gigantic shards. these shards were shot across the land in sorienth, each shard piercing the ground in several areas:

shard 1 (the arcaned shard): a smallish-medium sized shard in the less dense zone of the starwood strand some distance away from the Archive

shard 2 (the macabre shard): a large shard the land between Wispwillow Grove and the Emperor's Wake, on the Tangle Wood's side before the staircase before Luminax

shard 3 (the scorched shard): a medium-large shard some distance southeast of Cinderslag, towards the Emberglow Hearth and slightly nearing the Shifting Expanse

shard 4 (the woodland shard): a medium shard hitting just outside a [fanmade] town on the nature's domain, close to the earth's domain. the town has a bridge on the outskirts that bridges nature and earth together, and traveler's and merchant's passage that is kept peaceful. north of the Everbloom Gardens on the main continent.

shard 5 (the hollows shard): about halfway between the Zephyr Steppes and Singer's Brook, slightly more towards the Steppes

shard 6 (the glaciered shard): near an icy crystalized castle-esque mansion kept by an icy prince, on a [fan] claimed ice floe of many acres that has access to the sea shared between the Southern Icefield, the Windswept Plateau, and the Ashfall Waste.

shard 7 (the decomposing shard):

i was planning to have one or two more shards. i started to plan out shard 8, but i forget where i wrote it, where i wanted it to have landed, its theme, etc.

at the crash site, the largest shard of the meteorite remained. where it had pierced the earth, it began to pulsate a powerful magical energy that began to interact with the earth it touched. it happened to have collided with an old, old, oooold fae's nest, long left behind and left for the wild to reclaim, but the wild of the starwoods had not yet decomposed the shards of an egg that had hatched, long, long ago. as the meteorite pulsed and hummed, the shards of the egg began to find it self back together, slowly wiggling and scooting back to one another. each little piece within enough distance of the meteorite. where there were pieces that must have been blown away and otherwise eroded, crystalspine, crystal rocks, minerals, and other bits of geology filled in the gaps. the shell of an egg crept its way back to fuse together...and had bored its way down, down, down beneath the meteorite, that had pierced into a small cavern under the land. now a unified, solid object partially built with rock and minerals, it sank down onto the cavern floor, soft metallic sand catching its fall and insulating it.

(earlier, before the crash...) a young guardian dragon, nomadic and native to Scarred Wasteland, had left his family/clan/pack long ago to wander. he had stayed at his childhood pack for decades, watching each of his littermates, younger siblings, and cousins of all kinds grow and gain their spark for each of their guardian pilgrimages, but he, none to follow. a more gentle, patient, calmer, more observant dragon than the most of his plague family. after watching and waiting as each of his chaotic siblings grow and reach their epiphanies for decades, he bid his pack goodbye and became a wanderer, depressed, but quietly optimistic that perhaps he needed to stir something within him, travel to induce his Search. a couple years have gone, when one night as he wandered by the coast of where the Scarred Wasteland and the Windswept Plateau converged, he looked up at the starry sky, idly gazing, and then a particularly bright and twinkling star seemed to be growing brighter with a streaking tail following behind it. a falling star? as he began to understand that something was falling from the sky and was about to strike the earth, he felt his heart beating faster, harder, livelier. in fact, he had never felt more alive in his life. he packed up his small camp and began to follow this star, towards the Starfall Isles, a land he had been too hesitant to approach until now. his body full of jubilant energy, his wings stretching with a new kind of air, his bones feeling lighter, as if full of radiant light itself. he flew for days without a break, not even for food or water. he was still flying in the sky as he watched this great meteorite strike the ground, and kept flying until the knockback of the collision wave finally met his being, knocking him back and onto the ground. the initial wave just knocked him onto the ground with some bumps and bruises. as he shook himself off and stood back up, he could see the second wave bringing a massive wall of dust and debris coming. his heart leaped with joy but his gut sank with fear. he knew, deep down, that this is where his heart wanted to go, that whatever this star had brought him would bring his purpose in life, but this massive dust cloud was dangerous. he had had no rest, no food, no water for days, and that worried him deeply. but he could feel in his chest that he had the energy and vigor to go in. he leapt back into the air to fly a short while longer, before the dust became to great to fly. he landed onto the ground, unable to see the land before him as the mixture of dust, rock, contagion, blue leaves and petals, and threads of membranes were being swept passed him and against him. he persisted. the dust and contagion dried out any hydration left on the outside of his body and scratched against him, scraping against his face and into his eyes. even if he had water left in his eyes, it would not be enough to blink out. his eyes stung deep into his head as his vision blackened, unable to see, and permanently losing his sight. he could only navigate with the direction of his heart and through the touch of his toes. and yet, he persisted.

he could not tell how long it must have been that he had been walking, fighting against the aftershock of the collision. the pads of his feet ached so deeply that they were numb. his beard was caked with mixture of the debris. he could feel his body thin as a skeleton, malnourished, but eerily the fibers of his muscles and bones still strong and determined enough to just, keep, crawling, forward.

he could not tell how much time had passed, only that it was a long time before the rumble of the aftershock began to decline, and sudden, halt. frozen in time. the air felt as still as a vacuum. terrifying, he thought, and he could not stop his feet from wanting to move forward. there was no sound to be heard other than his own movement and the gray noise around him, until he touched something new:

his paw touched a new kind of grass that he had not felt before, that was long and luscious enough to softly poke between his toes. and the absence of noise now filling with the sounds of wildlife, though of wildlife he was unfamiliar with. he knew what birdsong was like, and the sound of wind rushing over plants. he could feel and he could hear, but as he tried to blink the crust from his eyes, he could not. the lids to his eyes simply ached too much to push the dirt and dust off.

though he still felt alive enough to press forward, he finally began to feel the effect of fatigue and lack of nourishment. he ached in more ways he could count, but his heart sang in his mind to keep moving forward, that he had come so far and done so well to have survive, and that he will rest, soon.

so soon, in fact, that the ground beneath him betrayed him, a hole in the ground. he had just enough momentum in his step and not enough strength in his muscles to stop himself from tumbling down an awkward, rocking slope, into a hole in the ground large enough to house him. he tumbled, feeling pathetic that he had lost the traction under his feet as he rolled down a steady gentle slope underground. as he inevitable came to a stop, he let himself lie there for a moment to breathe, to feel if there was anything broken.

his lungs continued. his heart continued, singing the grandest melody he had ever felt. whatever he had found, his Search, was now over. his legs could no longer hold him up, his wings hardly able to cover his body as a blanket. he trembled with these movements, but found himself at peace. his lungs continued, and he fell asleep for the first time in...days? weeks? months?

he could not tell how much time had passed when his eyes began to open. no pain, no strain. his eyes strong and hydrated, but there was something new about his vision. a soft neon pink now gently lit the features of his skull around his eyes. a gentle pink glow on his brow bones, his cheek bones, his snout and the bumps under his lip where his teeth sheathed. his eyes adjusted to the new light, and he felt well enough to lift his head and neck, to lift up his wings and tuck them onto his back, to lift himself upright just with his front arms.

his heart sang: You have done well. You have reached your reward. Look.

nestled away in a soft blanket of dust, a soft glowing orb peeked out. its light steadily swirled with blue, violet, pink, and magenta glitz and gleams, almost cosmic. he felt his heart swoon and lifted himself up to walk over to the orb, the colors and glimmer speeding up as he moved and approached. he brushed away some of the dust, examining, what this orb was... and deep inside, a dark violet, fluid-like object bounced. an egg?

My chrysalis. I need my chrysalis. Please, pick me up and take me to my chrysalis.

His heart gave a hard thump once in his chest, then once in his ears. Then once in his feet, and then under his feet, in the floor below him... No, not below... The walls thumped with a strong, but slow heartbeat. A pulse. He took a slow and deep breath in, and the cave room pulsed again through the walls, through his feet, through his body, into his head. It seemed to be coming from something behind him, but this cavern room was nearly completely dark, except for the glow he could somewhat see on his face, and the radiant glow from the egg on the ground.

I have cleaned your eyes. Can you see? You should be able to find my chrysalis behind you. It is bigger than you.

With a slow turn of his head, he could begin to seem something massive, and polished like glass, only barely noticeable by the faint glow of two dragon eyes, and an arcane egg. He had only ever heard of glass this lustrous when the lightning meets the sands of the Shifting Expanse.

#i literally stopped EVERYTHING i was doing to write this out for two hours #because my lore is so so so so so important to me #and my biggest fear is #if FR staff releases something so similar to something ive had in my head for so long yet ive had barely any evidence of lore #that my lore will become invalid and cliche #that my lore will lose significance #that no one will believe me when i say that i've been working on this in my head for years but havent been able to sit down and write it #due to a mixture of mentall illness and fibromyalgia and always busy trying to fix my life #to get out of this. miserable living situation im in.#my biggest fear is me being so happy and proud of my lore but no one ever believing i created it myself #no one to share my story or my fan worldbuilding with.#chrysalis crackling #flight rising #flight rising lore #lore #fr lore #fan lore

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alicedowinthehole · 7 days

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Above.

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In their lofty chambers dwell

The sacred and divine

Resting in seraphic bliss

The timeless and sublime

Far above the mortal sphere

Dreaming without a care

Far above the weeping world

Sleeping amidst the light of stars

Too far away to hear our calls

Too far away to care at all

On the burnished thrones they sit

Might in their blazing eyes

Vault of heaven at their feet

Undying flames inside

Never shall decay or death

Touch on the blithe souls

Sorrowless the days of gods

Amidst the everblooming groves

Too far away to hear our calls

Too far away to care at all

But where do we lay our heads to rest?

Where do we shelter when the night falls?

For the part of man

Is to take the sombre path

Stumble in the dark

Stray amidst the dust and ash

Like forgotten ghosts

Drifting in the driving wind

Dashing towards the void

Whirling blindly through the night

Like water flung from the highest cliff

We fall

Lunge, Swirl, Dissolve

And fade away

Down into the unknown

#love #Youtube

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moons-rising · 2 years

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The Aldar Assembly of Clan Two Moons

— Six aldar* chosen to represent groups of their kind that each found their way to Cyrwend-Ede over the centuries and made a peaceful home there alongside the local dragons. The Assembly has equal weight to the dragons of the Crescent Council in discussing matters that concern the entire clan, and complete sovereignty over their own groups.

VRAIREN of the Silversand Centaurs, hailing from the Parched Canyonwalks

FENVIRA of the Brightleaf Longneck, hailing from the Everbloom Gardens

AIAKKIASS of the Blackfeather Talonok, hailing from the Wispwillow Grove

GAEARON of the Shellshallow Maren, hailing from the Fishspine Reef

ZERAPHINE of the Galecarver Harpies, hailing from the Highland Scrub

UNUKALHAI of the Mirrorscale Serthis, hailing from the Abiding Boneyard

#the work of literally weeks! finally done!!#dragons maaay be replaced if i happen to see one that fits even better #but for now i am very happy with how these turned out :D #clanlore #beastclan #*aldar = the polite term for beastfolk

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worldsmostdangerous-archived · 4 years

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(( ❤ : What are some role-plays that you have done/are doing that you particularly enjoy and wish to share with your followers? ))

@spottedsoftpaws

Ask the mun!

❤ : What are some role-plays that you have done/are doing that you particularly enjoy and wish to share with your followers?

There��s a couple! Old one with @mindaxsassin tagged as ‘assassin & revolutionary’. Just the dynamic Akita and Dragon came to have is so precious to me.

The Greek myth au with @shiapolux titled ‘amidst the everblooming groves’…. is one of my all time favourites. It features Dragon as Haides and Shia as Persephone and it’s so wholesome and aesthetic™. We aren’t far in it yet despite it having so many notes but we’re getting there!

And last but not least the renewed ‘ineluctable wrongdoings’ with you! This rareship deserves more recognition. And we have it plotted quite well. I love the dynamic, the angry frustrated sexual attraction they experience that develops into an actual enemies with benefits for the longest time. And oh the angst to come with that.

#//the last one is sort of just restarting #//mun speaks #asks #spottedsoftpaws

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libidomechanica · 5 years

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #250 texts

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the-sornieth-times · 7 years

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Newly Discovered Grove Growing on Sornieth

It has been one very busy week in Sornieth following the shocking discovery of a new venue, the Blooming Grove. Initially uncovered deep within the Everbloom Gardens, word of a lush new area spread like moss, bringing dragon visitors from all over the continent.

Now having had a week to check it out, experts are saying the new region has a lot to offer… though mostly flowers.

“There are species in here previously unknown to dragonkind. Just imagine what that’s going to do to medicine industry?”

Our reporters assume “grow.”

However, the Grove isn’t the only thing blooming in this discovery. The stock market faced a major impact as prices for “Apple” stock soared from the amount of new product within the Grove, leaving many dragons throughout Sornieth with more than one kind of lettuce, if you know what I mean.

The discovery of the Blooming Grove has also brought about improved relations with the dryads, planting the start of alliances for many nature clans. However, the introduction of these new friends is making certain activist lairs question the way dragons have been doing things. A peppy coatl from the Shifting Expanse weighed in with her thoughts.

“I mean, it’s bad enough we dragons go barging in to these territories like we do. But… like… now we have these vegetable people and it makes me wonder. Is veganism a hate crime now?”

Medical experts say no, reminding some dragons that plants are all they can and should eat. They do, however, add that eating dryads is probably unwise.

It’s clear that the new development is going to lead to some growth around Sornieth. Though with most things there tends to be controversy, the Blooming Grove is definitely growing on dragons, and researchers and economists are giving it the green light.

Okay, okay, that’s enough “grow” jokes. I think we’ll leave it at that. Bringing you the news as it blooms, this is The Sornieth Times.

#flightrising #flight rising #familiar #coliseum #blooming grove #news #fr

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walpolealgonacferry1 · 5 years

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One of the best area farmers markets is in the heart of North Dallas

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In the heart of the North Dallas, look no further than Saint Michael and All Angels Episcopal Church for one of the best farmers markets in the area.

Supported and run by the church, Saint Michael’s Farmers Market has always attracted high-end food producers such as Dolci Creazioni (Italian ready-to-heat) and Becerra’s Tamales (so light and fluffy, the best I’ve encountered). These are good matches to the neighborhood, which has a track record of interest in quality food and convenience. (Within a short distance are two Central Markets and two Whole Foods Markets plus a bevy of other grocers and gourmet specialty shops.)

It has taken longer for the farmers market to shore up its fresh offerings. But this season with the likes of Braga Farms, the Promise of Peace Gardens, Baugh Farms, Tree Folk Farm and Aussie Acres (lamb, chicken and eggs), to name a few, the imbalance is disappearing. Last Saturday, Dr. Blueberry and Winona Orchards from East Texas were also on hand, supplying organic blues and peaches respectively.

Jill Braga and son Jefferson Braga were on hand last week with produce from their urban Braga Farms in Irving at St. Michael’s Farmers Market.

Among the artisan vendors, it was great to see newbie Matt Bresnan with his Bresnan Bread and Pastry, maker of alluring croissants and sourdough loaves. The chef at the Food Co. catering outfit plans to sell at the farmers market throughout the season, although not every Saturday — and not this coming Saturday. But he’ll be back the following week.

Stephanie Magilow, co-creator of Jammit Jams, was introducing Mockingbird Gourmet Co., a new line of hyper-locally-sourced, small-batch jams, which name each farm on the labels.

Stephanie Magilow’s small-batch Mockingbird Gourmet Co. jams at St. Michael’s Farmers Market include the names of the locals farms where the fruit is grown.

Everbloom Fields was selling fresh-cut local flowers, in step with the latest farmers market trend.

Stocks & Bondy stocks and soups, Butterfield Gourmet ready-to-heat potpies, Slices by the Pound pound cakes and grab-and-go goodies from the Naturally Curly Cook (kolaches and more) are just a few of the many outstanding offerings at Saint Michael’s.

There are simply too many to list.

Fortunately, Saint Michael’s website does that for you. You can savor the possibilities with a full list of vendors before making your mouthwatering Saturday sojourn.

Saint Michael’s Farmers Market: 8 a.m. to noon Saturdays. North parking lot, St. Michael and All Angels Episcopal Church, 8011 Douglas Ave., Dallas. saintmichaelsmarket.com.

Potpies, like this chicken (left) and roasted tomato, are the bread-and butter of Butterfield Gourmet’s ready-to-heat dishes at St. Michael’s Farmers Market. Farmers markets

Clearfork Farmers Market: 8 a.m. to noon Saturdays. 4801 Edwards Ranch Road, Fort Worth (The Trailhead at Clearfork). farmersmarket1848.com.

Coppell Farmers Market: 8 a.m. to noon, Saturdays. 768 W. Main St., off Bethel Road. 972-304-7043. coppellfarmersmarket.org.

Cowtown Farmers Market: 8 a.m. to noon Saturdays. 3821 Southwest Blvd., Fort Worth, under the tents in the parking lot of Texas Outdoors, on the Weatherford traffic circle (the confluence of U.S. 377, State Highway 183 and Camp Bowie). 817-763-0193. Facebook: Cowtown Farmers Market.

Dallas Farmers Market: The Shed, 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. Fridays, 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. Saturdays, 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Sundays. Closed Monday-Thursday. The Market food hall, 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. daily (until 8 p.m. Fridays). 1010 S. Pearl Expressway. 214-664-9110. dallasfarmersmarket.org.

Edens Organic Garden Center and CSA Farm: Market days, 9 a.m. to noon first, third and fifth Saturdays through December. 4710 Pioneer Road, Balch Springs. edensorganicfarm.com.

Farmers Branch Market: 5:30 to 8:30 p.m. Saturdays. The Grove at Mustang Crossing, 12700 Denton Drive, Farmers Branch. farmersbranchmarket.com.

Farmers Market of Grapevine: 325 S. Main St. Year-round store: 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. Monday-Saturday, 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. Sunday. 520 S. Main. farmersmarketofgrapevine.com.

Frisco Fresh Market: Outdoor market 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. Saturdays and 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. Sundays. Main Street at Frisco Street, adjacent to the east side parking lot of Toyota Stadium, Frisco. friscofreshmarket.com.

Frisco Rotary Farmers Market: 8 a.m. to noon Saturdays. 8821 4th St., Frisco. friscorotaryfarmersmarket.com.

Four Seasons Market-Carrollton: 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. Sundays. 2722 N. Josey Lane. fourseasonsmarkets.com.

Four Seasons Market-Casa Linda: Noon to 4 p.m. Wednesdays, Casa Linda Plaza, 9440 Garland Road, Dallas. fourseasonsmarkets.com.

Four Seasons Market-Colleyville: 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. Saturdays. 100 Main St., Colleyville. fourseasonsmarkets.com

Four Seasons Market-Flower Mound: 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. Saturdays. 1500 Cross Timbers Road. fourseasonsmarkets.com.

Four Seasons Market-Highland Village: 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. Sundays. 2230 Justin Road. fourseasonsmarkets.com.

Four Seasons Market-Las Colinas: 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. Saturdays. 7701 N. MacArthur Blvd., Irving. Fourseasonsmarkets.com.

Four Seasons Market-Richardson: 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. Saturdays. Dal-Rich Towne Square, 101 S. Coit Road. Fourseasonsmarkets.com.

Georgia’s Farmers Market: Open daily. 916 15th St., Plano. 972-516-4765. Facebook: Georgia’s Farmers Market.

Grand Prairie Farmers Market: 8 a.m. to 1 p.m. Saturdays. Market Square, 121 W. Main St. gptx.org.

Historic McKinney Farmers Market: 8 a.m. to noon, Saturdays. Chestnut Square Historic Village, 315 S. Chestnut St., McKinney. 972-562-8790. chestnutsquare.org.

Lakewood Village Farmers Market: 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. Sundays. Mockingbird at Abrams, Dallas. goodlocalmarkets.org.

Lancaster Market: 9 a.m. to 2 p.m., second Saturdays. Historic Town Square, 112 E. Cedar St. Lancaster-tx.com (search for "Lancaster Market")

Local Market: 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. the third Saturday of the month through June, then September through November. Highland Park Village, Preston Road at Mockingbird Lane, Dallas. Hpvillage.com/LOCAL.

Lola’s Local Market: 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. Tuesday-Thursday, 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. Friday-Saturday, noon to 5 p.m. Sunday. Home of Lola the pig. 1771 Kever Main (off State Highway 5), Melissa. Facebook: Lola’s Local Market.

Luscombe Farm Market: 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. every second and fourth Sunday. 8649 Luscombe Farm Drive, Anna. 214-212-0814. luscombefarm.com.

Ridgmar Farmers Market: 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. Fridays-Saturdays, 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. Sundays-Thursdays. 900 State Highway 183 N. (across from Ridgmar Mall), Fort Worth. 817-246-7525.

Rockwall Farmers Market: 8 a.m. to noon, Saturdays. 101 Rusk St., historic downtown Rockwall square. rockwallfarmersmarket.org.

Saint Michael’s Farmers Market: 8 a.m. to noon Saturdays. North parking lot, Saint Michael and All Angels Episcopal Church, 8011 Douglas Ave., Dallas. saintmichaelsmarket.com.

West Plano Farmers Market: 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. Saturdays. Corner of Plano Parkway and Chapel Hill. The Shops at Willow Bend, 6121 W. Park Blvd. Facebook: Red Tent Markets.

White Rock Farmers Market: 8 a.m. to 1 p.m. Saturdays. Lake Pointe Church, 9150 Garland Road, Dallas. goodlocalmarkets.org.

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Dragon of the Week 7/8

Todays Dragon of the Week is another one of my favorites of the Grove... Morrigan(She/He)!

"There is no true "graveyard" in the Everbloom Grove, the soil doesn't allow it, but there is a small clearing dedicated to those of the clan whom have gone to serve the Gladekeeper. A pool with smooth stones along the shore for offerings and parting gifts to be left, watched over by a single dragon."

Morrigan is the Clan's grave keeper and memorial dragon! She's a solitary Dragon, only really having friends in the head Scientist Grace and the ever-traveling Noir

She's a dragon I got and dressed/figured out lore for pretty early on, so like most of my guys, she holds a special place in my heart <3

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"Well then, allow me to introduce myself properly." The cow steps back gracefully and curtsies, a playful twinkle in her eye. "I am known by many names, but you may call me the Holy Cow. Think of me as your fairy auntie, here to offer guidance and a sprinkle of whimsy."

Everbloom is a cozy fantasy game set on the idyllic Everbloom Isle, a place where the charm of a simpler life and the warmth of a close-knit community come together. In this tranquil world, you're invited to slow down, cherish the small moments, and find joy in building connections and creating a space where everyone feels at home.

Your journey centers on the dream of opening a teahouse, an aspiration deeply influenced by your longing for independence and a meaningful life. This dream becomes a reality with the inheritance of your grandmother's house on Everbloom Isle. Here, in a setting far removed from the bustle of city life and your family's expectations, you begin the delicate process of building a new life for yourself.

Are you ready to leave behind the monotony and dullness of daily life and build the teahouse of your dreams on Everbloom Isle?

Play as male, female, or nonbinary.

Choose your appearance and personality.

Romance or befriend one of three distinctive characters: a brave knight seeking a new purpose, a mischievous forest guardian who finds joy in life's lighter moments, or an enigmatic elf with a complex past, seeking solace and clarity on Everbloom Isle.

Create and customize your own teahouse.

Cultivate and enhance your grandmother's garden.

Explore Everbloom Isle in search of unique tea saplings.

Interact with a host of quirky characters, from the whimsical Holy Cow and her not-at-all terrible fish choir to giant turtles, winged wolves, and enigmatic fernlings.

Follow a dynamic quest from the Holy Cow that will challenge you to build friendships, honor your grandmother's legacy, and expand your collection of unique teas.

Sir Castian/Dame Castilla Honeycutt

Personality: brave, honorable, old-fashioned, bashful. Blurb: In a land where swords are replaced by teacups, Cast(), a knight accustomed to battles and quests, struggles to find his/her role. Everbloom Isle, with its whimsical ways, challenges him/her to redefine what it means to be a hero. Can you help him/her weave his/her knightly virtues into the fabric of your new home?

Narciso/Narissa Roseblade

Personality: mischievous, lighthearted, adventurous, non-committal. Blurb: Nar()'s presence on Everbloom Isle is like a breeze through the Elder Tree's leaves – light, unpredictable, and full of life. His/her playful antics and seemingly carefree nature captivate those around him/her. Yet, there's a depth in his/her eyes suggesting more than just whimsy. Will you be the one who figures out what really inspires his/her eternal dance through the grove?

Ideru/Ideri Nightingale

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