Wish

A Tabaxi named Ghisk was born in Ikayla. His parents were killed when the sandship they were on was raided by pirates. While other children stole daily to survive, Ghisk went hungry most days. He has only ever stolen one thing in his life. I’m sure he would love to tell that story.
It was the day a traveling band of bards passed by Ikayla; Ghisk became obsessed with the Lute that one of the bards played. He had heard stories of the lives that bards lived. Telling stories and playing songs was Ghisks desire. The issue came when Ghisk realized he was too poor to ever afford a Lute. To make matters worse Ghisk was a terrible thief. He was incapable of not standing out. Ghisk set aside these flaws in a leap of faith for a once in a lifetime opportunity. Ghisk crept behind the band's caravan while they were getting ready to leave. He looked around but couldn't find the Lute. Eventually heard the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer. Ghisk understood the dangers of being caught yet he could not deny his chance to attain his dream. Finally he caught sight of the Lute and completely forgot about the present dangers. He grabbed the instrument and adjusted his position to mimic the bard he saw on stage earlier today. A few moments after he began to play on the Lute the sun began to peer into the back of the caravan; Ghisk was petrified the moment the sun’s spotlight was fixed on him. At once all of Ghisk’s anxiety came back. Ghisk braced for the grim future that awaited him; but what he heard next was not a voice of anger but a voice of joy.
“Why’d you stop?” the bard laughed. The ice that prevented him from moving began to thaw in the rays of the sun and in the warmth of his words.
Ghisk looked up with confusion in his eyes and responded, “I realized my dream is impossible...”
“... and your dream is?” the bard casually inquired.
With this Ghisk looked to the future and saw hope. “My dream is to attend Vayr's bard college and become a great bard.” He had no intention of living his whole life in poverty living on the condition that he could steal enough to survive.
At this the bard understood everything, “Do you have any family?”
“I mean, everyone has family,” Ghisk’s eyes began to sink, “mine just didn't stick around…”
“How about you come with us to Vayr? You can keep that Lute if you promise to never lose sight of your dream.” The bard chuckled.
Ghisk’s eyes lit up in adoration, “I’m Ghisk!”
“Nice to meetcha Ghisk, I’m Saquet!” The bard’s smile thawed the last bit of ice that the sun previously was struggling to melt.
Saquet took Ghisk to Vayr and wrote a recommendation to Orpheus, a member the college’s council, to accept Ghisk despite his young age. Ghisk entered the college at the age of 7 and graduated alongside Orpheus’ own student, Mir Acol (Age 22).
Ghisk went on to teach at the college and took on Exan, a Vayrian orphan with a passion for music, as an apprentice.