“Happy birthday, you ungrateful little gremlin.”

Maysilee tosses a small box at you, not bothering to wait for you to catch it before she crosses her arms. The weight of her stare alone feels like a challenge.

You frown, flipping it open to reveal a necklace—delicate gold, shaped like a feather so intricate it looks like it might take flight. The craftsmanship is flawless. You barely brush your fingers over it before Maysilee huffs.

“Took me forever to get that from Tam Amber. He doesn’t just make things for anyone, you know.” She tilts her chin up like she’s daring you to doubt her. “I had to convince him you were actually worth the metal.”

You blink, touched despite her sass. “It’s—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I have excellent taste.” Maysilee snatches the necklace and clasps it around your neck herself, muttering under her breath. “Honestly, if you don’t wear this every single day, I will haunt you. I don’t care if I’m alive. I’ll figure it out.”

Her fingers linger for just a second before she steps back, eyeing you critically. “Alright, not bad. You might actually look decent for once.” But her smirk softens. “It’s supposed to be lucky, so don’t go losing it. And don’t go losing yourself, either.”