Larkspur Snowbridge Market
Tobin
“An adult man as tall as a doorway, wrapped in a thick blue scarf, with broad boots dusted in snow and a brass key ring at his belt.”
Tobin is a careful bridge-tender who stands as tall as a doorway and likes the comfort of steady routines. He cares intensely about keeping the market’s crossings calm and predictable, even when everyone else seems in a hurry.
4 stories feature Tobin
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.
The Lantern on the Run
A warm market lantern breaks loose in the morning wind and rolls under the snowbridge, starting tiny drifts that could melt the packed ice beneath the busiest crossing. Sellers must find a safe way to stop it before the bridge becomes too slick for carts, boots, and sleds.
The Bell Under Snowbridge
Mira hears a strange little clink from the bridge bell just as Sella drops a bright bundle of dyed cloth. Now the crossing, the stairs, and the river steps all seem to be part of the same mystery.