"Horseshoes?"

Sorry, those don't exist in his world. "There's no saying like that."

It's not really an ability, but Nida does move a step closer, ignoring the pain in his ankle, and grabs Jason's wrist. He closes his eyes to tap into the power a bit easier and tries to will it forth. Like always it takes a bit, fifteen seconds if he bothered to time it, before the tingle is there in his gut that says it's working.

"There you go. Twelve hours of confidence and luck."