Calantha's point of view:
It has been three and a half months since we found ourselves lost in this vast and unforgiving forest. Tharros and I have adapted to some sort of routine, though strange it is.
We constructed a small, crude makeshift hut at the side of a river made from palm leaves and sturdy branches, which now serves as our shelter from the elements. Not much, but for the moment—it's home, it's just that we always move our home once a week in order to find a way to get out of this endless forest.
I glance back at the hut, a strange mix of gratitude and frustration. Tharros took initiative, his dragon strength making light work of the heavy lifting.
Now, the little hut sits comfortably by a river, where the sound of running water is ever-present. Simple as it was, it came to
