At first, Sigyn had been quite cautious when Odin began speaking with her. After all, Loki was is blood-brother, and what if the Alfather decided she wasn't good enough for him. Her background, her upbringing, her lack of good connections were all working against her getting a husband. Frigg had hinted at it, though it was usually followed by assurances that her personality would definitely make up for it. If only she would stop with her painting and learn more womanly skills like spinning and embroidery.
Yet, here was Odin, admiring the talents she felt naturally pulled towards. It had taken a little time for her to feel comfortable speaking freely about it, but he'd been so kind and so very interested. He hadn't even looked down his nose when she explained the very physical process of making paint. Actually, he seemed amused. And then he took it even further, asking her opinions, and genuinely listening to the answers. It was very flattering.
And now, here they were, at a point where she felt confident enough in their growing relationship to simply sit and talk with Odin. Wouldn't Loki be pleased to find out that his bride-to-be and his dearest friend were growing so close? It would at least help those times when they had to share a table with Odin and Frigg, because the hostility between Frigg and Loki was almost palpable when they were near one another. Now, she and Odin could keep things friendly, even when they snipped at each other.
When he asked his question, she glanced over, tilting her head to one side to study the plant life he indicated. At least, she thought he was pointing at the grass. There was one blade that seemed to stick out oddly, surrounded by smaller shafts. It was unique enough in their surroundings to catch her eye, so she assumed it caught Odin's as well.
“That is interesting,” she mused. Sigyn leaned back slightly, as though to put the view in better perspective. “It looks like... it looks like...” She grinned. “It looks like a clump of grass.”