Larkspur Snowbridge Market
Sella
“A tiny older woman, about 70 cm tall, with silver braids, berry-stained fingers, and skirts spattered in saffron, indigo, and rose.”
Sella is a tiny cloth-dyer who fits in a child’s lap when she sits on her market stool, and she delights in bright colors against all the winter gray. She is bold, dramatic, and always hoping to make the market feel more vivid than it did yesterday.
2 stories feature Sella
Where you've met them
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 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.