Mossy Lantern Harbor
Mira
“A 5-year-old girl, about 1 meter tall, with wind-tossed dark curls, a yellow raincoat, and bright boots standing on wet pier planks.”
She is a small, curious harbor child who fits comfortably in a grown-up’s lap, always listening for the next sound the water might make. She loves the feeling of being part of the harbor’s rhythms, but worries she is too easily missed when everyone else seems busy and certain.
2 stories feature Mira
Where you've met them
High Tide, High Trouble
A spring tide pushes seaweed, shells, and driftwood high into the harbor streets, blocking the ramps, slicking the steps, and pinning small boats against the quay. The rising water is still climbing, so the harbor needs a fast plan to clear paths and move anything valuable before the tide turns the whole place into a jumble of floating clutter.
Night Without Lantern Oil
The old lantern fuel cellar under the harbor runs empty on the very evening the longest night begins, and without those lights the shoreline path becomes too dark for the last ferry to navigate. Everyone must find a safe way to keep the harbor bright until morning, while the darkness and waves make every choice feel urgent.