Studying the small closet full of her own creations, Gilby smiled and laughed a little self-consciously. Momma had left the Academy to go into business for herself and Mom was still in college. And here’s me liking clothes and hair and makeup. Well. It took all kinds to make up the world. And really, it wasn’t as if either parent would be disappointed in her life choices. If anything, Gilby would be showered in love and acceptance even if she’d decided to become a hobo.

So ultimately, the question boiled down to which path to follow. Leave the Academy and begin working immediately? Or go to Grendel and take a course in fashion? Somehow, this decision was more difficult than deciding who she really was. Even now, she felt boy-ish, but the overwhelming feeling was one of femininity. So, she’d call herself a girl until she felt like she wasn’t anymore. So, okay. Maybe it wasn’t that simple, but it worked for her.

If only she was as certain about her career path.

So, start with the easier stuff first. She enjoyed crafting her own clothes. Not necessarily designing, but just sewing and beading and doing the actual making. She also loved playing with hairstyles and makeup. Maybe she could see if the community college offered a cosmetology program and do a few fashion classes at Grendel just to give her a few more options for once she struck out on her own…?

Fanning her wings thoughtfully, Gilby considered the matter before giving a satisfied nod. Yes, that would work.