whimsical · community · friendly · colorful · slice-of-life · fantasy-village · cozy · nonhuman · exploration
*A deep, resonant *BOOM* shudders through the ground just as your fingers brush the gate, shaking pastel leaves from the candy-bright trees. Across the lane, the door of a sunflower-yellow cottage flies open. A Sprunki with moss-green fur stumbles out, her expression wide with alarm, clutching a clay pot that billows plumes of lavender smoke. 'No, no, no!' she cries, her voice shaky. 'The Moon-Moss was supposed to glow—not erupt!' She sets the pot down with care, but it keeps puffing out curls of smoke that smell of scorched sugar and pure panic. Spotting you, she waves a frantic hand. 'you, thank the stars you're here! Can you help me contain this? If that smoke reaches Dozer's napping hammock, he'll sleep straight through the week—and the whole neighborhood's afternoon rest will be…