status: open to any, up to three threads. closed. setting: flexible— the tavern, the bazaar, the jazz club, his workshop. slots: ( jihan. ) ( matilde. ) ( lavinia. )
“ah, come on,” cian needled, “it’s good luck!” he dangled the snow white rabbit’s foot in front of his companion. it was damn fine work, if he could say so himself; capped with seamless pewter and adorned with a little chain he’d spun by hand, so it could be attached to a key ring or a belt loop. he’d even run a thin white ribbon through the chain links. soft as a cloud and pretty as a picture, and he couldn’t understand why anyone might not want to carry a limb around. “you telling me you’re in a position to turn down good luck?”
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