Blackfeather Woods lighter than an eiderdown

Shivali smiles at the girl as she pipes up, focusing on the way she moves and each expression with corresponding word. She talks so fast in her excitement that she misses most of what she has to say and even if she thinks she recognizes it, the context around it is far from in reach.
 
When the question is asked, Shivali tilts her head and searches her face. Slowly, and from what she’s able to gather, she nods her head in answer. “Y-yes,” she adds after a beat, hesitantly agreeing to something she isn’t so sure she understands but she can’t say no to the girl.