It almost seemed like the sun had forgotten to rise this particular day, leaving the earth surrounded by a thick cloud. The temperature was off as well, it was a summer morning and it felt like it was close to freezing. The wind had been picking up since the sun had risen, and now the wooden roof beams of the small farm house were starting to creak in the heavy gusts.

The wooden door to the stone house slammed open and an annoyed grunt could be heard when the door hit the outside of the wall. A man in his mid twenties entered the house, carrying a braided basket filled to the brim with logs and sticks. Following in his footsteps came two white goats, one of which quickly galloped into the house that only consisted of a single square room, running several laps, and then jumping onto the bed.
The man dragged the door shut, securing it into place with a simple wooden locking mechanism, then continued carrying the basket further into the room, placing it down next to an open fireplace.
He made a small stack of logs and twigs, placing some tinder in the center of it, and with a few thoroughly rehearsed movement he lit a small fire.
As soon as the man was sure that the fire had taken, he leaned up against one of the stone walls next to the fireplace. His face was covered in dirt, and as you would expect from a farmer he had tanned skin and a face full of freckles. His blue hair and facial tattoos would be expected to be his most conspicuous of his features, but it was the fresh wounds on his arms, the dark bags under his eyes, and his hands that were almost void of skin were what people tended to notice first. Or at least is seemed to be the reason they couldn't stop staring.

The goat that had been jumping around in the bed had calmed down and had laid down on the pillows, fully taking advantage of the privilege it was offered. The other goat had stood by the door whilst her owner had been starting the fire, but now that he had settled she slowly started to walk up to him, taking a place next to him and resting her head in his lap.
"Seems like it will be another calm day, but I guess you're happy about that, Donna", the man spoke as he scratched the goats forehead.