Espial-World

There it was... The PERFECT rock for Nutmeg's collection. She couldn't believe her eyes! So smooth and nice, speckled like an egg and in the shape of a heart... it was the most perfect rock the young girl had ever seen and she needed to have it. Like, yesterday. The only problem, Nutmeg noted with a grimace, was its location; the young girl peered precariously over the rocky steep bank of a river and bit her lip in thought. Normally she would scramble over the edge in a heartbeat, but given that it had recently rained, the river was a lot fiercer than she anticipated and one wrong move would send the child on a wild ride through the Islands.