Blackfeather Woods lighter than an eiderdown

The girl regards her a moment before speaking and Shivali nods once upon the hello. The common tongue is not one she is very good at in practice but she hopes to be able to pick up on her body language and what few words she does know.
 
Briefly, she smiles, hoping not to be a threat to the child, but she quickly moves on and (what Shivali assumes) addresses the thing around her neck. It doesn’t seem to bother her and though her smile’s genuine fades, the skeleton remains as if she needs to fake not being concerned. She’s never seen anything like; has the girl had it her whole life? It doesn’t necessarily look like it’s attached to her but she doesn’t want to seem too obvious she’s trying to figure it out because she doesn’t understand the girl’s explanation.
 
It shifts away from the thing in question and Shivali looks away from the accessory and two the two-toned eye she sports. “Shivali,” she says, her smile widening some with a shake of her tail.