Re: quick: carver & destiny in the kitchen
Me neither, not really... [She said of bad luck, and the realization wasn't marked with a bragging grin. Destiny wasn't sure if it was reckless to make ones own luck, or to ignore the rumored existence of 'bad luck' entirely. Her grandparents, the only ones she'd been close to were on her father's side, had been extremely superstitious. Theirs were beliefs interwoven with religious lore and a strong respect for the natural laws of magic. This made for a lot of practices and rules that extended way beyond broken mirrors and black cats, things that she'd found a little silly once upon a time. These days? She hung sprigs of herbs over her door, and the first thing she'd packed to bring to Michael's once she'd decided to move was the same old broom she'd been carting around for seven years now. So maybe she was a little silly too, like her grandparents, and she was fine with that.]
Noroc! [She happily echoed her own kind of cheers before taking a sip of the potent liquor that left plum sweetness lingering on the back of the tongue once the burning stopped.
Destiny didn't sense anything about Carver, not at the moment. The magic side of her senses was capricious, and it usually involved some degree of physical contact unless the stars and moon were in a particularly sharing mood.
Recovering from that first sip, Destiny cleared her throat gently and nodded.] For the most part, yeah. We moved here when I was still in elementary school. English wasn't my first language, but I was still young enough to be a quick learner. [She didn't even have a discernible accent unless she was playing with terms and cheers from the old world.]