Clover's luck finally balanced out when she met the God of Loyalty and Tricksters. He was perhaps the first person she met that seemed immune to her little 'lucky curse', and wasn't repelled by her, simply making use of her good fortune until satisfied and parting ways. Cyralon has a good sense of judgement of who it's okay to play a prank on and who isn't; and this poor Wooloo most certainly was off limits for that, seeing just how often she had formed 'friendships' only to have her heart broken they were only making use of her like a living good luck charm.
And if there's one way you raise Cyralon's divine ire without fail, it's by being disloyal to your friends.
Feeling genuine pity and compassion for Clover, he spent a day with her, just letting her voice her griefs, being the one to buy her sweets to try and drown her woes (She had a sweet tooth that caught even HIM off guard, let alone where all the fat and sugar went in her!), and generally try and be the kind of friend she deserved, not should attract. And then he spent another day with her. Then a week passed in a second, a month in the blink of an eye... Not that he minded, he was just happy to make a new friend to talk to away from his manor.
Finally, he decided to tell her just whom she was always just having actual fun with, until they passed one of the few shrines he had that had been cleaned up after millennia of neglect; oops. Naturally, Clover sank into another of her fits, bemoaning her one time at good luck just HAD to be because a God wanted to pity her. But Cyralon didn't allow her to be depressed long; he went on the offense against her sadness, making it clear he didn't pity he because of her earring and its 'curse', but because someone as sweet, funny and nice as her was constantly being neglected or hurt by greedy bastards who only wanted the luck she gave, NOT because she was genuinely their friend. A fact the God of Loyalty refused to accept.
As his temper cooled, Clover was just frozen in dead shock; she was friends with a GOD of all beings! Out of compassion for his new friend, Cyralon offered her a place among his many, many toys; she'd be loved, surrounded by genuine friends, and- He didn't even get to finish as Clover all but tried to break his leg with her hug, and his heart with her big, wet and pleading eyes. Thus, he brought her home, she went through his 'steps' to be a follower, and honestly, her life has taken a turn for the better as a whole.
Now if she could stop always being so lucky, she'd count it as perfect...
