( star walkers / diya )

[Simon F.M.]

Today was, for all things, a quiet day. Her girlfriend gone too do whatever she wished, and children ushered off too play, the woman had found herself in a silent home. She'd expected the silence to be nice, the quiet a moment to relax. Instead, the silence had become deafening, missing children's voices calling out in play or for attention. As she often did when she wished for something to occupy her mind, the white haired woman began too clean. As she cleaned, lyrics in the form of shanties began too ring out through the home.

"Come me boys and heave with me, let's get off this cursed sea," came the call of song as toys were picked up, dolls and the such held against her chest and piled high, finally dropped within a box in the shape of a treasure chest. "Let's be home to lovers and wives and leave behind these four hour lives," the box closed with a loud CLACK, wood slapping against wood as she turned too look over the state of home. The picking up of toys had done a great bit, with five children often under foot. Soon she would go off on persuit of children, pull them home for a meal. 

Mouth open to continue her shantie, a gentle rasping of knuckles caused her head to tilt, blue eyes flickering over too the door. Knocking? A rarity these days, she found her family oftentimes just barged in with no warning. Another knock, more sure of itself, brought her attention back. Heading for the door, she wrapped pale hand around the handle and opened it, peering around the door. Allowing it too swing open, taking a step back so it could do so, she looked over at the person standing before her. A muted feeling of surprise, as if she hadn't expected him too show oh on her doorstep. "Oh! Harland, hello!"