Ieota's eyes flicker open. He fumbles in the dark as he switches on his lamp. Pushing himself up in his bed, he notices water trickling from underneath his bathroom door. It traces between the floor tiles, methodically taking the easiest route, slowly encroaching upon his small, undersized feet. Ieota sits fascinated - he has never seen a river in real life before. Or a stream. Only in picture books when he was a child. Apparently they no longer exist. They are too dangerous to be allowed to run wild. And that reminds him.
good to see this out in the wild!