At the edge of Joy Meadow — nestled between a flower cart and a stall with twinkling windchimes — lived the Little Market.
Everyone in Lavillia knew:
if you needed strawberry tea, fresh flowers, mushrooms for dinner, a hair potion, walnut jam, a pinch of fairy dust… or just a carrot — this was the place.
The market was small, but full of life.
Simple, honest, beautiful.
Here, you could trade berries for a coin, and that coin — for something unexpected. A new jar. A small spell. Even a house, if it was the right moment.
Nothing was fixed. Everything flowed.
And somehow, everything found its place.