As the water of Dangler, the eastern land, rose many fled to dryer lands – but some remained. Over time these people adapted to life floating on and just above the endless flat, shallow sea.
Taking inspiration from ancient pedal-powered contraptions and using the pylons that stood proud of the waters and the wires that snaked between them they developed a form of flying-boat-cable-car to traverse their lands.
At the centre of their world their capital city rises on stilts and is made up of platforms and walkways with narrow wooden buildings perched precariously on top.
Ruled by a Council of elders sporting the colours of their various roles and ranks theirs is a peaceful society, civikised and usually remaining undisturbed. Democracy, fair laws and medicine are all failry advanced, although little time is left in their practical lives for art or music.