04-06-2015, 04:29 PM
The meadow had been one of the best places for conversation in his short lifetime. He could still remember meeting Nera and learning about her a bit. For some reason she stuck in his head after all this time and he never knew would know why. She must have just been one of those personalities that was strange and or vibrant enough to remember.
It was on days like today that Sheppard almost wished that there was someone worth having an interesting conversation with. He hadn't heard his own voice in ages and he was curious. Curious to how he'd sound when he finally let himself speak. Would his voice break? Would it be hoarse? Or would be unable to say anything at all. Trapped in a world of one sided silence?
For the last few months the world had been so very quiet and frankly he was tired of it. Despite his social awkwardness he could definitely go for a bit of normal conversation right about now. Too bad the bird couldn't talk. Though as he thought about it more he realized the most they would probably end up discussing was that stupid blue feathery ball's morning meal and how she threw it up into her children's mouths.
Just as he was about to make a grimace in response to such disgusting mental imagery he heard the soft pats of another and his head shot towards her, a slight look of surprise just barely passing over his face for a moments time. With a tiny smirk he nodded back at her before glancing towards the bird. "I'm sure she enjoyed herself. They're flighty behavior can be quite amusing." As he spoke he noticed his voice had become considerably deeper over the period of silent travels.
Looking back at her, he turned his head slowly careful notn to prick the mare the horn standing out from his forehead. "Straia," slowly he spoke her name letting it roll inbetween his lips with only a slightly gentle tone. "I'm Sheppard." His smirk grew slightly as he caught her eye and shrugged lightly. "Any reason for torturing yourself by coming to a place like this on such a nice day?" with a slight chuckle he looked back towards the bird as it flew back down to the ground to continue what Sheppard had so rudely interrupted.
It was on days like today that Sheppard almost wished that there was someone worth having an interesting conversation with. He hadn't heard his own voice in ages and he was curious. Curious to how he'd sound when he finally let himself speak. Would his voice break? Would it be hoarse? Or would be unable to say anything at all. Trapped in a world of one sided silence?
For the last few months the world had been so very quiet and frankly he was tired of it. Despite his social awkwardness he could definitely go for a bit of normal conversation right about now. Too bad the bird couldn't talk. Though as he thought about it more he realized the most they would probably end up discussing was that stupid blue feathery ball's morning meal and how she threw it up into her children's mouths.
Just as he was about to make a grimace in response to such disgusting mental imagery he heard the soft pats of another and his head shot towards her, a slight look of surprise just barely passing over his face for a moments time. With a tiny smirk he nodded back at her before glancing towards the bird. "I'm sure she enjoyed herself. They're flighty behavior can be quite amusing." As he spoke he noticed his voice had become considerably deeper over the period of silent travels.
Looking back at her, he turned his head slowly careful notn to prick the mare the horn standing out from his forehead. "Straia," slowly he spoke her name letting it roll inbetween his lips with only a slightly gentle tone. "I'm Sheppard." His smirk grew slightly as he caught her eye and shrugged lightly. "Any reason for torturing yourself by coming to a place like this on such a nice day?" with a slight chuckle he looked back towards the bird as it flew back down to the ground to continue what Sheppard had so rudely interrupted.
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