So. A guy who calls himself “Lord of Gifts” has a big workshop in a land full of holly where he tells a bunch of elves to make cool objects. Later he travels around the world dropping off these cool things as presents for people who he thinks show potential.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this, but I choose to believe it would work if I could think about it long enough.
SANTATAR
He sees you when you’re sleeping And he knows when you’re awake He knows you’ve kept the Three from him Give them up now for goodness sake
Awwww Nonnie! I don’t have much, tbh! But here’s some things I thought up on the spot, after trawling a few ‘About Goats!!!’ sites 🙂
The older of the sibs is Pepper. He was born the year before Salt.
Pepper belongs to Gimli – but Salt was a fiftieth nameday present to Gimizh.
Gimris despairs, she really does.
Salt thinks she is a lapdog. This is entirely Gimizh’s fault. He loves her to bits: he gives her treats and spoils her outrageously.
Both Pepper and Salt know their names, and come when called.
Pepper was not thought suitable to be a war-goat at first. He was too mild and biddable, with none of the spirit and adventurousness that is sought after in a war-animal. But then Gimli got into a tight spot of bother with some Dunlendings hiding upon the upper slopes of the White Mountains. No-one had seen a goat go quite so bonkers before. Those particular Dunlendings flinched at the cry of ‘baaa!!!’ for a long, LONG time.
Pepper comes obediently, straight away. Salt… does not. Not unless it is Gimizh calling her – then she comes at once, contrary creature that she is. (It makes Gimris livid.)
Pepper will follow people around placidly, until they congregate in a circle. Then he will shove himself into the centre of the circle – so they can all admire his beauty.
Salt has had one kid: Mustard. Gimizh gifted the little thing to his mother.
(She was extra livid.)
Salt doesn’t come to milking for anyone except Gimizh. If anyone else tries, Salt kicks over the pail, and then chews at her feed with insouciant smugness while they swear loudly.
Much to everyone’s annoyance, Salt gives excellent milk – and the cheese is, without fail, superb.
Pepper has Magnificent Horns, and is vain af. He is the Fabio of the Goat world.
Salt burps. Loudly. Shockingly loudly.
It’s not uncommon for Gimizh to try to feed Salt under the table. Gimli always scolds him if he discovers it: goats may try to eat things, but not everything is good for them.
Pepper has been known to pick up his feet like a trained dancing horse when lots of people are watching him. Like I said, vain. VAIIIIN.
Gimizh has taught Salt a whole bunch of fancy tricks: standing up on her hind feet, dancing, counting, jumping in time to music etc.
Pepper is the most Majestic and the Prettiest. Silver-grey and bearded, with big curling horns. Likes to think he is In Charge.
(Salt is actually prettier, white and soft-coated and sweet-faced, but nobody mentions it in case Pepper overhears)
Aw Yiss 