Chapter 15 - chapter 11: A place to call home...for now...I-its only made of sticks

Naut watches Hollow stack sticks with Faizure as he rolls a stick in his hands, trying to make a fire. "That should be good. I can use my Wild Magic to tie it together now.'"Hollow says, wiping sweat from his brow. Faizure watches as vines lift the sticks into an upside down V shape and wrap around each piece of thin wood. Once it forms a large hut-like structure, Hollows hands stop glowing and he drops them to his side. Magic is hard for a level one, after all. They go inside, all three being able to fit. It's at least 8 feet tall and 11 foot wide. They each stack leafs they found around, laying their cloaks on top of their piles when it's big enough. Laying on their makeshift beds, Faizure laughs when his stomach grows loudly. Naut and Hollow join in. "In the morning I'll go hunt, I promise." Hollow says. Slowly, one by one, they fall asleep to the sound of nature.