Larkspur Snowbridge Market
Pip
“A thumb-sized child with a round face and a wool cap, holding a tiny lantern almost as big as his head.”
Pip is a lantern-keeper who fits in the hollow of two hands, and he spends his days climbing ladders, trimming wicks, and peeking into the market’s blue shadows. He is a little theatrical and loves being admired for turning a dim corner suddenly bright.
2 stories feature Pip
Where you've met them
The Ice Crack Grows
A sudden crack opens in the ice beside the tea stalls, making the water below rise and splash into the walkways. The market’s wooden planks are still safe for now, but everyone knows the crack may spread fast, so a careful plan is needed before shoppers lose their crossing.
The Bell That Wouldn’t Ring
The annual bell-ringing at Larkspur Snowbridge Market is about to begin, but the big bell has frozen solid after a night of bitter cold. The opening ceremony, the stall owners’ signals, and the whole market rhythm depend on that sound, so someone has to free it before the day’s trade falls apart.