Stone Circle How lucky you are to be so unlucky

Sól pursed her lips in thought, and after several moments she nodded. What do you do? She asked, still indecisive. Hunting suited her, but it didn't give her purpose. It was just another part of life. She'd almost asked what Bjarna did, but she didn't think she could be like Bjarna. The constant reminder would be too much, even if Sól thought herself capable of imitating the pale girl.