Forlond bay, a few centuries ago
"Atya, atya look! Look! It flies!" the elfling exclaimed excitedly at the sight of a ship leaving the harbour, gradually gaining speed as it entered open sea. Aicasicil chuckled and patted his daughter's head. "It floats, not flies. Ships float"
"Ships fly! Vingilot flies, you told me the story yesterday!"

