496 AV, 66th Spring Day
Upon the docks of Zeltiva sat a man and a boy, in the late warm afternoon of the warm salty air. The breeze provided a cool breath within itself to balance the warmth that blanketed the day, as music seem to come alive on the docks. Ricky sat gleefully as he listened to the sounds his father made, he pulled the strings in a manner that made the notes flow like the ocean. Bringing a sort of lively feel to the area, one that would make passerby's smile after hearing the savorous tune. Ricky's pa was not a professional when it came to the lute, "oh no! Far from it" his father would say. Ricky believed he was only being modest, for his pa was the most humble sailor he knew.
"Oi son. Get over here, there's plenty o' room for you to learn!" Ricky jumped up within an eager spirit, ready to learn what lesson his pa had to teach.