Buttonwharf Hollow
Pip
“A 9cm-tall child with a yellow rain hood, smudged knees, and a button pouch at her belt.”
Pip is a tiny, lively child who fits in the palm of an adult hand and talks as fast as sparrows hop. She is delighted by shiny scraps, odd sounds, and secret corners, but she can be hard to pin down once something catches her eye.
4 stories feature Pip
Where you've met them
Bridge Stuck on the Halfway Way
The little lift bridge at the center of Buttonwharf Hollow jams halfway up, trapping a cart of fresh bread on one side and the fishmongers’ ice on the other. With the tide changing soon, someone has to solve the jam before the bread gets soggy and the ice melts into a flood.
The Fog That Moves Docks
A fog rolls in so thick that every lantern in the hollow glows weakly under it, and the harbor markers disappear one by one from the edges of the water. Boats can still move, but only if someone keeps them from drifting into the silent places where the docks no longer seem to be where they were.
The Wharf Without Buttons
At the start of market day, every button tied to the wharf ropes has come loose, so the docking lines keep slipping free and boats cannot stay put. Unless the buttons are sorted and fastened again before the next tide surge, the whole wharf will drift into a tangle of bumping hulls.
The Wrong Boat Comes Home
A toy boat that was lost under a bench returns at high tide carrying a button from a real boat nobody has seen all morning. The hollow must decide whether to follow the tiny boat’s route before the river turns.