There were two half men in the farmhouse on that stormy night, and neither seemed to be aware of their half-humanity or the frightening cries of spirits at the windows. They sat in front of the fire with their feet up and a cup of hot tea in their hands, talking about days gone by the explorations they had recently had like two old men, although both of them were in the prime of their life. The blue stones that encircled the home owner’s arm pulsed at the presence of the dark wisps outside, but its light was far outshined by that of the hearth and the Irish man paid it no mind.
At his feet were two Tokotas that were far more concerned with the dark spirits that had dared to come out on the winds of the storm. The twins Kaoru and Hikaru were huddled under their handler’s feet; pushing at one another in a bid to be the footstool although the tight brothers never quite broke into an argument. It was not often that the two van gogh’s were calm and not causing mischief and