Setting sail
Actually, it began some time earlier. On an early visit to the Great Smials, three-year-old Goldi won the heart of a half-tamed stallion, charmed the oft-clannish Tooks, and took it upon herself to teach the son of the Thain his manners.
From her high chair, she ruled at table with a tot's silver spoon, rapping Faramir's knuckles (he sat next to her) when he reached for another piece of bread without asking.
‘Ow!’ that lad cried, sucking his insulted hand, face indignant.
‘S’posed to say, “P’ease pass”,’ Goldi articulated, setting her course for the years to come.