After twenty minutes of walking Sylvia realized that Wander had been completely silent. This struck her as very odd as he was always humming to himself, plucking on his banjo while singing or just babbling on and on about the wonders of the planet they were currently on. She didn't think his lack of audible awe was because this planet was too ordinary for him. Despite its sparse trees and blue skies, which they had seen on countless planets before, he could always find some nuance that got him shouting about how cool or how neat something, ANYTHING, was. This guy could find a squirrel or a bug or a really neat looking rock and she'd be hearing about it for endless minutes.
But now his unprecedented silence was deafening, and she wondered if perhaps he had fallen asleep. But even when sleeping, she knew she'd be hearing him murmur about the wonders of the universe. Pausing her lope, she craned her neck around to see him sitting backwards in his saddle. He was leaning back, his head against the base of her neck staring skywards. The look on his face was blank but intense, his eyes focused and distant as if deep in thought.
She teetered on whether or not she should get his attention. Whatever was on his mind, it must be really important if it was keeping him from getting distracted by anything else around him. Very suddenly he sat up with a gasp, gripping the sides of the saddle, his mouth hanging open.
"Uh, everything okay there Wander?" She asked tentatively.
He remained staring into the open space a moment longer, then turned to her slowly, his expression wide-eyed.
"Sylvia," he started, his voice sounding completely serious, pointing upwards. "That cloud..." His face suddenly widened into a huge grin. "looks just like a BUNNY!" He whipped his head back upwards and began pointing furiously at various clouds hanging in the sky. "And that one looks like a turtle! And that one looks like a Great Horned Gravlax! OOH! and THAT one's a sail boat!..."
Sylvia rolled her eyes, slightly miffed that she had actually thought that Wander could have a thought deeper than a puddle, but ultimately relieved that he was acting like his usual self, and continued her leisurely canter as Wander continued to identify the hidden treasures in the sky.
