Blackfeather Woods lighter than an eiderdown

Her answer doesn’t seem to be enough as she’s given a look of confusion. She’s compelled to open her mouth and say something else but she doesn’t know what she would say and, luckily, the girl says something else instead. Dark eyes narrow slightly but she nods her head anyway, regardless of whether or not she understands.
 
The girl sits and makes herself comfortable before she continues on, Shivali watching quietly. “North,” she says, “Aningan Tundra. Your name?”