Michelle nodded, considering for a bit with a thoughtful expression.  Easily enough she recognized the Norse designs, but as far as half-brother, she wasn't quite sure.  That was alright, though: she could always ask later, and most people wouldn't recognize her own parentage anyway.<br/><br/>She showed the necklace that she wore, clearly of Cherokee design to someone familiar with the various cultures, although the girl herself didn't seem to have much understanding or call towards the tribe of ancestry.  "My father gave me this.  Now, most people say that lucky rabbit's feet aren't really lucky, because it wasn't good for the rabbit."  A carefree grin slipped over her face.  "Twenty years ago, a father and son were out hunting, and the son this particular bunny out of all the others to try and save.  He cared for it, raised it and fought with his father every time the dad insisted that it should just be stew.  Would you believe the rabbit lived all the way to fifteen?  Still not sure how my dad got the paw, though..."  That got her thinking for several moments, a pause in the conversation.