She bit her lip as Mrs. Lukeson questioned her statement. She didn't know quite how to describe it, not aloud. She could barely untangle the feeling in her own head, the one that was screaming for her to not get near the pendant. "I... I'm not sure how to describe it. It just feels... wrong. Like something bad is going to happen. It feels, sentient - not like it going to talk, but like... it has control of something outside it."

She let her hands fall down in her lap, at loss of what to say. She needed to say something more, to warn Mrs. Lukeson, but she just wasn't sure how to make the woman understand that something was wrong about the gift her child had gotten her. No mother ever thought her child could do wrong, or at least, that was what she'd seen. She didn't have her own children to know.