Stone Circle that's a locals' way of breaking the ice

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Despite however the world had greeted him, Dagur thrived.

A survivalist already in his young age. He had no qualms shoving siblings for meals or fighting for the warmest spot alongside Móðir.

He was rewarded for these things in the form of a new sense.

Sight.

This was not nearly as grand, but it was new. He could see the soft shapes of things around him. Colors that he could not understand.

A disgruntled babble escaped him.