Hoshor Plains Over Hill and Under Hill

As she spoke his ears turned, then his head.  He was looking basically right at her -- or through her, at the very least it was the right direction.  But she seemed to be keen to stay hidden.  Chicken.  Sure, she had an advantage initially but the moment she opened her mouth, she kind of nixed most of it.  Sure, sound wasn't perfect but it focused his attention into the small area he had to pay attention to.  And it seemed Mal wasn't gonna announce her error to her if she couldn't figure it out herself.

But then she spoke again and that was a bit of a loop.  Wait what?  You know, in his limited experience in the world, he was pretty sure that word wasn't ever used that way.  He hadn't thought too hard about the age of the grass-creeper, but maybe it just made her sound pretty young?  If he paid a bit more attention to those fine details he'd probably find that scent or something would agree.

His own reply was kind of confused in that "why are you asking if the sky is green" kind of way, Uh.  No?  Maybe that was actually a lie?  It wasn't like Mal was well-liked.  Still.  if he thought he was bad at talking to people... Or are you trying to joke or something? Didn't really work.  Maybe she was making some kind of goofy face in the grass or something, but Mal's first instinct was to assume people were idiots.