She has a deep voice for a woman, smoky and a bit husky but calmingly soft. Her upbringing in a culture where to be soft-spoken is a virtue made her speak in a measured way, with word choices that have the right gravity to what she means to say.

Not too much nor too less, just right.

Hearing her speak is a relief to the whiny, uncouthness and general lack of care to what one says in these days.

Never a laugh out of place nor a stray pause.

She has her own beat , a rhythm of her choosing, a bit like raindrops.

She does overpronounce her ‘S’s though. Hissing them through her unseen teeth. Unseen while speaking but present when smiling.

He looks thirty but you would know he’s older than that. The manner of his movement through the world is smooth, unhurried and without waste of energy. It looks as if he practiced everything beforehand.

He would be unnoticed in a crowd, only those that pay attention to him moving would see his art.

He speaks clearly, so clearly that even the partially deaf could hear him. Never would anyone ask him to repeat what he was saying.

He does however, has a habit of using words that gone out of fashion, though not that often to humour or to come across as a snob.

Preferring one word if that is sufficient as a response or no word at all. when others speak to him, he would stay silent and the only thing one would see would be his eyes compelling you to not waste him time or tell falsehoods.

Her name is Fauziana and his name is Sani, and both are characters I’m using in my current writing project. Maybe I will trash this work as like the others, or I will complete it. Wait and see.