Gideon's tail doesn't vanish, but it wraps around her well enough. She's gotten used to it over the last couple years. Sometimes she forgets she didn't have it when she arrived. All those extra bones.

"Here here to us who didn't know," Gideon says with a smile. What she knew coming here and what other people know? It differs greatly. After a couple years in Folkmore, Gideon can obscure that most of the time. It doesn't embarrass her, but she tries not to stand out like a sore thumb.

Gideon enjoys the view of Never Fade. Her goat is nearby watching but letting her be. It's a good time. "It is. The island's only been here since January so not too many people live up here."