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End Pearadise Festival + Earth Tokens 3 Comments
Simba April 20, 2024 6:52 pm

Please note that the pearadise event will be ending on the 22nd!

Contest can be found here:

Egg Dress up
I Spy
Coloring Page - Art By Dire
The Choice is Yours

Also Earth tokens will be put in the shop on earth day. They will only be in the shop on the 22nd. They will leave at midnight on the 22nd.

NEW TRIVIA! 5 Comments
Amica Arbor April 9, 2024 1:53 am
Hello hello wonderful people!

Wrestlemania took place in Philadelphia this weekend, so I've got some WWE-related questions for you.

If you were a wrestler, what would your ring name be?
Pearadise Festival 2024 - The Woes of Florrie Improve 14 Comments
The Grand Admiral April 8, 2024 12:00 pm

“You’re doing a fantastic job so far.  Don’t be frustrated; sometimes even the best gathered data doesn’t point to a conclusive solution.  And it’s only been a few days.  There’s plenty of time for the data to trend in a more definitive direction.”
“I’m not frustrated, Mom.  I’m just confused.  It’s an answer…but not an answer.  Pollen is getting unusually bad this spring.  Some are okay with it, and some are like poor Florrie.  The sparkling part…”
“Winnie, honey, relax!  Take a deep breath.  Remember what your father taught you.”
“Um…oh!  When facing a perplexing conundrum, it never hurts to take a step back.”  
“Actually, that’s what I taught you.  But that works too.”
Winnie smiled at her mother as they continued their companionable, if not discussion-heavy, walk down the shaded path.  A gentle rain had fallen for most of the previous day, and there were still plenty of small puddles and unintentional cascades from trembling leaves to avoid.  Still, Winnie never minded the rain.  It made the air smell clean and sweet, and considering she and her mother Nicola were approaching the glade of the Pear Tree—returning to where the investigation had begun, as it was—it amplified the sweetness all the more.  Hopefully it had also temporarily dampened the influx of pollen that had come upon Lunaria this spring.  A relief from the sniffles for a few days.  
“I think the answer in the end might just lie in simple nature,” Nicola continued.  “The Pear Tree is the heart and soul of Lunaria.  We only need to see the fate that befell Solaria to know just how important its vitality is to the balance of life and growth in Lunaria.  When she sleeps, the whole land sleeps, just as it did during the summer of the Dragon Stars.”
“And how long it took the sapling’s seed to grow?” Winnie asked.
“Yes.  But this year, the Tree is absolutely flourishing, and so all the other plants respond in kind.  It is offering its bounty quite generously this spring, after all.  I think there will be a fascinating correlation to study when harvest time comes this fall.  As for those suffering more severe allergies than normal, there are many ways to…”
Winnie knew her mother was about to offer sage advice and knowledge, the kind born from a lifetime of science, learning and experimentation.  But she was never able to finish the sentence.  All the while they had continued their walk towards the heart of the sacred glade, where Winnie had hoped to get her thoughts together or perhaps find something she hadn’t seen the first time.  Their path had reached a fork, where to one curve the inner grove of the Pear Tree lay, completely overcast by shadow as the sun had not yet fully peaked out from behind the clouds.  On the other the path wove southward before eventually forking off on its own routes into Lunaria.  And from that path came the sounds of footsteps, eager voices, and the soft rumble of wagon wheels.  
“Well, good morning Winnie!  And Nicola too!  Come to help us?”
“Good morning, Paisley!  And…oh, Florrie!”
The distinctive green and yellow coat of Paisley, standing in the runners of her old wagon, had come into view around the south bend.  And Florrie herself sat up in the wagon, patting a tender nose with a kerchief.  She still looked a little puffy, a little more red-eyed, but she was markedly better than she had been when Winnie had visited her a few days ago.  
“Are you feeling okay?” Winnie asked worriedly.  “I don’t know how wise it is for you to return to pear gathering so soon.  We haven’t figured out what it was that’s causing this.”
“Can’t keep away forever, Winnie,” Florrie replied, patting her nose again.  “There’s a lot of pears to gather, and if I heard right, poor Ruffles is just about ready to turn over the reins again and run for the hills.”
“Ah, she’s doing just fine.  We’re all helping her as we can, and everyone is being very kind, as they always are.  Why, even Miss Vyra had a few encouraging words to say.”
Winnie, Nicola and Florrie all gave the long-maned Earth disbelieving looks.  Paisley shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, you know.  If you call ‘keep it up, you only dropped half that customer’s coins this time instead of all of them!’ encouragement.”
Winnie laughed a little, noticing that Nicola did not echo her.  But she understood that.  Her mother still hadn’t warmed up to Vyra very much, even after all the help he had given her father with harnessing the power source for the portal to Solaria.  That had warmed Winnie’s opinion of her quite a bit…even if the infamous waja was still a little abrasive. 
…okay, a lot abrasive.  
The heart of the Pear Tree’s sacred grove was just as scattered with pears as Winnie had seen it a few days ago.  The sun even found a little space through the clouds to shine down here.  For a moment, she saw sparkles everywhere, like the Tree had given a big sneeze of its own and spread pollen everywhere.  And then she realized it was just the sun glistening off droplets of rainwater.  Previous visitors to the Tree over the last few days had already made an effort to help Florrie, as the beginnings of separate piles of pears were visible amongst the rainbow litter of leaves.  But there was still a great deal of work left to do.
“Don’t worry,” Paisley said, seeing Winnie’s concerned frown at the amount of work to do.  Even with the previous day’s rain, surely gathering all the pears would spark Florrie’s allergies again.  “Help is on the way.”
The cavalry did come, less than a minute later…in a stampede of fur and yipping excitable voices.  Before Winnie could blink, she found herself swarmed by a half a dozen thoroughly excitable pups.  Nicola had to jump out of the way to avoid being bowled over.  
“Hey, kids!” Winnie could barely get her words out through laughter and frantic puppy kisses.  “You’re here to help?”
“We help Old Burr, and now we help Miss Florrie!” chorused several voices.  
Florrie didn’t look very convinced.  But Old Burr himself was following the pups, and he gave her a reassuring smile through his grizzled gray muzzle.  
“They’ll get these pears sorted up in a jiffy, Miss Florrie,” he said.  “You just stay here and supervise.  You need to start taking your medicine.”
That got Winnie’s attention.  As Paisley took the pups in hand and started to organize him, she pushed herself to her feet, feeling her mother wiping off her back.  
“You have medicine for her?” She was very happy to hear that.
“The best of nature’s medicine,” Old Burr replied.  
He lifted a small glass jar onto the wagon at Florrie’s feet.  It was filled to the brim with golden liquid.
“Honey.  A wonderful idea,” Nicola declared.
Winnie was still confused.  Old Burr chuckled.
“Didn’tcha know, Miss Winnie?  Eating honey made from nectar gathered from local flowers boosts resistance to local allergens.  Especially pollen.  And this honey is the very best my bees have to offer.”
Florrie had apparently already been told what Old Burr was going to bring her, for she had a few of Paisley’s cookies waiting.  Winnie helped her spread generous measures of honey on them.
“This honey is…sparkling a little,” she noticed.  She blinked, her eyes widening.  “Old Burr…is this pear blossom honey?!  But I thought you said only the bees were allowed to eat this honey.”
“My fellow beekeepers and I had a long chat the other day about it,” Old Burr said.  “Miss Florrie needs it somethin’ big to keep doing her work.  The bees didn’t mind, and I’m sure the ol’ Tree won’t mind either.  So kick back and have a rest, Miss Florrie.  We’ll get things cleaned up today, and then we can go rescue poor Miss Ruffles.  By the time the next crop’s ready for gatherin’, you should be back on the mends.”
For as excitable as the pups had been on their arrival, once set to the task of matching and gathering pears, their tiny bodies were a blessing.  They could run across the leaves without bending them, leaving the elder wajas, Winnie and Nicola to pack the pears onto Paisley’s wagon.  
“Will the honey help, Mom?” Winnie asked Nicola at one point.  By then the sun had come out more strongly, filling the glade with warm golden light and drying the remnants of the rain.  
“It is not as quick or definite as actual medicine, which I am sure Florrie will still take, but yes, in time the honey will bolster her resistance.”  Nicola pondered for a moment.  “It won’t cure her, but it should help her surmount the extra difficulties and bring things back to a more manageable level.”  She smiled.  “I don’t think even your father can find science to explain how that particular honey is special.  But there are some things that don’t need a scientific explanation.”
“I’m glad.” Winnie sighed.  “But I still wish we had more of an answer.”
Nicola laughed.  And then both of them turned when the nearest pair of pups suddenly called out from across the clearing.
“Miss Florrie, Miss Florrie!  The Tree dropped vitaminses pears that aren’t ripe yet!  See?  This one is yellow!”
“There’s another yellow one over heres!” another pup called.  
“But then what does it mean when a pear is ALL the colors?” yet another asked.
This pup was closest to her.  Winnie quickly approached, carefully minding her step over the leaves—though in truth the leaves were not nearly as fragile as normal leaves, it was still important to be cautious—and bending down to examine the pear  
And all at once, it clicked into place.  Perhaps not entirely why so many wajas beyond the glade were dealing with the sniffles more than usual this spring, there were still questions to ponder there.  But the amount of sparkling pollen, pollen from flowers that developed into vitamin pears, why there was so many this spring?  No, the Pear Tree hadn’t suddenly decided to grow a mountain of the bright red pears.  It had decided…
“Look!  Florrie, look!  Brand new pears!!”
The pups quickly brought forward their found yellow ones as she lifted the lovely rainbow-hued one off the ground.  Twins of the vitamin pear, except for their colors.  
“Well, bless my stars!” Old Burr declared. “Would’cha look at that!”
For a long minute, everyone gathered around, admiring the new discovery.  The tiniest pup, so fluffy that his little muzzle practically vanished into his floof, excitedly wagged his tail.  
“What are they called, Miss Florrie?!”
Florrie smiled at the new bounty.
“Well, I don’t quite know yet,” she confessed.  “I suppose we first have to….ah…ah-CHOO!....find out what it is they do.”


The bounty of the Pear Tree revealed!  We now have TWO new vitamin pear options to use when breeding your Wajas: Scrambled and Splatter.

Scrambled Vitamin Pear:

Rearranges the marking layer outcome of the pups. Mutations and mutation markings are not impacted. 


Splatter Vitamin Pear:

Rearranges the color hexes of the markings on the pups. Base color, mutations, and mutation markings are not impacted. 

At this time, only ONE vitamin pear can be used at a time when breeding (including the original). 
We hope you have fun with them! Vitamins can be purchased from the pear shop.
Pearadise Festival 2024 - The Woes of Florrie Continue... 0 Comments
тнαyet April 5, 2024 8:44 am

For as beautiful and sacred as the grove of the Pear Tree was, for the most part the grove received only visitors that came for a specific reason.  Casual strolling to admire the green trees and young spring flowers were reserved for gardens and parks…or the Park.  Those that did visit did so only to receive the Tree’s blessings, or had real need to seek some kind of inner peace that could only be found in the grove.  Or they were the lucky few tasked with the necessity of caring for the mother Tree, her precious child, and her guard that made up the grove itself.  Or they were Florrie, the only one allowed by Apollo to gather the Tree’s fruits.


Long story short, Winnie fully expected to be alone, or almost alone anyway, when she rounded the corner and stepped into the quiet, shaded central space of the grove where the shadows were starting to grow long in the late afternoon sun.  So she wasn’t paying full attention to the path, her eyes focused on the mother Tree.  She almost tripped over the tail of the old Earth Waja sitting unexpectedly just beyond the bend. 


“Oops!  Bless my stars, I’m being a right clumsy old fool today,” came a warm voice as the Waja quickly raised a strong steady forelimb to catch her and steady her.  “Well, if it isn’t Miss Winnie herself.  What brings you here, little miss?  I imagine you heard about poor ol’ Miss Florrie.”


Winnie prided herself on how well she could remember Waja faces and names, but for a moment the identity of the old Earth eluded her.  It was the sound of soft buzzing as a pair of honeybees flitted past to settle on the nose of the oldtimer that Winnie finally remembered. 

“It’s good to see you, Old Burr.” Winnie smiled.  Old Burr was far from the only beekeeper in Lunaria, but his grizzled “country” charm kept him recognizable even as the gray in his muzzle continued to advance every year.  Of course, he hadn’t been Old Burr his entire life.  When he was a pup, he had been Young Burr.  And then just Burr.  Now, he was Old Burr.  “Yes, I know about Florrie.  That’s why I’m here.  I…well, I’m not sure what I’m looking for, but I’m hoping there’s something here to tell us what she’s suddenly become so badly allergic to.”  She looked around.  The grove was empty apart from them.  The air was extra sweet with the smell of pears that had not yet been collected.  “What brings you here?”


“Ah, a few times a year—spring, midsummer, late fall usually—keepers like myself bring our heartiest bees to help pollinate the grove.”  He nodded his head slightly at the bees still sitting comfortably on his nose.  “We take turns, make sure there’s plenty for all.  ‘Tis just my bees’ turn today for the spring gathering.” 


“And have you or the bees found anything strange?”


“None at all, Miss Winnie.  Except…well, now that you mention it, my old bees are gathering their share of nectar and pollen a lot faster than usual.” 


He gestured to a small wicker basket at his side.  Peeking in through one of the holes in the lid, Winnie saw over two dozen bees resting peacefully inside, each one carrying full pollen sacs for their hives.  Plump, happy, and buzzing softly as they slowly ambled about the basket’s inner latticework. 


“Their pollen from the Pear Tree’s blossoms?” Winnie asked.


“Ahyeah.  Even this old girl needs the care of bees, and she rewards them well,” Old Burr replied.  “I don’t harvest the honey my bees make from her nectar, and neither does any other keeper.”  He nodded to the mother Tree, where amidst the rainbow of leaves and growing fruits on her branches were plentiful flowers in all stages of bloom. “That is extra special honey, and only meant for the bees.  A reward for their hard work keeping the old Tree happy and strong.”


Winnie’s eyes widened in surprise.  She had never heard of honey made from the Pear Tree before.


“What do you think it means that the bees are finding their fill of pollen and nectar so much faster?”


“S’pose it’s just that there’s more to go around than usual, even for spring, not that the old Tree has ever been scarce this time of year.  Even when she was holding off growin’ that one seed that gave us the little lady over there, she never failed to provide for the bees.”


Winnie pondered Old Burr’s words as she bid him farewell and finally approached the sacred tree.  It looked just as vibrant and full of life and beauty as all the other times Winnie had been here, though she could not recall there being so many pears on the ground before.  Florrie obviously hadn’t gotten any chance to harvest this crop before her allergies became severe.  Old Burr’s bees were visible now too, happily buzzing around and gathering their bounty.  When she approached a lower-hanging branch to study one particularly large bee at work, it paused to look back up at her curiously.  This one’s sacs of pollen were almost the size of peas on either side of its plump striped abdomen. 


“Is that the answer?” she asked aloud, mostly to herself, but maybe some to the bee.  “There’s just a lot more pollen for Florrie to be allergic to than normal?”


The Tree’s bounty was indeed plentiful today, there was no doubt about that.  The leaves, the pears, the flowers.  Winnie continued to watch the bee for a few minutes as it returned to its gathering, flitting from one flower to another, continuing to grow its prized burden.  A soft gust of spring breeze whispered through the treetops, filling the whole glade with the sweet smell of pears and flowers.  Despite the seriousness of her visit and her concern for Florrie, she felt herself beginning to smile.  She simply couldn’t help it.  There was something magical in this place.  The Tree practically sparkled every time a soft beam of sunlight slipped through the rainbow canopy. 


...wait…it was sparkling.  Actually sparkling.

It had been a quick glimpse, just as the bee took off from its flower and bumbled off in Old Burr’s direction.  A single beam of sun had landed on the bee and its flower…and it had sparkled.  Just on one side, and a little on its abdomen, but Winnie had seen it.  And as the bee flew away, she reached out and carefully rubbed her finger into the heart of the blossom, holding it up to the light. 


“Old Burr!  Old Burr!”


How she managed to not step on any of the pears resting on the leaf-strewn ground, she didn’t know.  But she raced back to the old Earth Waja as he looked up from his basket, old eyes wide with concern.


“What is it, Miss Winnie?”


“Is this normal?”

Her heart was beating fast as she described what she had seen, hoping she’d discovered something of the mystery.  She had certainly never noticed this about the Pear Tree before, nor had she ever heard…but Old Burr was smiling calmly.


“Oh, ah yeah.  Nothin’ to worry about, Miss Winnie.  It is a funny thing, ain’t it?”


“You’ve seen this before?”


“First noticed it last year.  Y’see, you know each flower eventually becomes a pear, yes?”

“Yes, I knew that.”


“Well, last year, I started seein’ this little bit of glitter on my bees.  A couple other beekeepers saw it too.  So we took a closer look at the flowers.  Only a few of ‘em had this little sparkle in its pollen.  And…”


Winnie blinked, letting out an ‘ooh’ of growing realization.

“That’s right…didn’t the Pear Tree start producing a new kind of pear last year?


“Ah yeah, those bright red ones you see.  The Vitamin Pear.”


For a moment, Winnie was excited…and then she frowned.  She thought she almost had it, but if this pollen had been coming from the Pear Tree for a whole year without Florrie getting badly sick, it couldn’t be the problem now. 


“Well…now would you look at that.”


Winnie looked down.  Old Burr had very gently tilted the bee basket slightly, allowing a shaft of sun to fall inside.  Over half of the bees were sparkling a little. 


“They really like that vitamin pear pollen this year,” Old Burr said.


“They really do…” Winnie looked back towards the mother Tree.  “Old Burr…have you heard of anyone else being sensitive to the pollen from the vitamin pear flowers?”


“Not me, little miss, but I s’pose sometimes visitors do smell the flowers a little from time to time.  They are somethin’ sweet…”


It was then that another few bees flew into view.  Two of them disappeared into the basket, but the third, the biggest one so far, landed with its fellows on the bridge of Old Burr’s nose.  And in the quiet of the glade, Winnie distinctly heard the bee let out a soft, unmistakable sound as it preened its wings. 




It probably looked a comical sight from afar, as both Winnie and Old Burr’s jaws dropped in unison at the sound.  Neither spoke as the other two bees approached the third, helping their sister bee preen itself clean. 


“Well…bless my stars,” Old Burr finally said, chuckling warmly as the big bee flitted its wings and buzzed loudly, as if clearing its throat.  “S’pose it’s time to be getting on back to the hives.”


Winnie pondered the problem again as the oldtimer Waja carefully gathered the basket and secured it to a harness at his flank.  Was the pollen the problem?  Well…it had to be.  But was it the strange sparkling pollen, or something else?  She would have to ask around.


But there were a lot of Wajas to ask. 


She was going to need a little help.


Winnie needs help solving the mystery of the strange pollen so she can help all the poor Lunairans who are suffering from this sneezy season.

The path to figure this mystery out may not be straightforward, but with enough searching surely the answer will become clear!

Come along to help in the search!

Pearadise Festival 2024 3 Comments
Simba April 4, 2024 12:00 am

Happy April everyone! Lets kick this month off with some eggciting contests! The Pearadise Festival is live from now till the 22nd of April! You will be able to particpate in the contests along with the site wide egg hunt that will start on the 5th.

You will be excited to know you will be able to obtain 3 leaves starting either today or tomorrow. This will be available for upgraded users only.

Florries Allergy Storyline
Egg Dress up
I Spy
Coloring Page - Art By Dire
The Choice is Yours

More to come:
Social Media Games

Every Contest will run from the 4th through the 22nd. Except The Choice is Yours event which starts on the 5th. I Spy will run on and off when staff have time to run a round.

Dates to remember:
Start of Pearadise Festival: April 4th
Egg Hunt: April 5th - April 14th
The Choice is Yours: April 5th - April 22nd
Weekend Chatter Thread: April 19th-April 21st
End of Pearadise Festival: April 22nd

Additional Notes:

Thread can be found here of the eggs +itmes.

Make sure to follow us on SM, if you can, for more fun and games and prizes!