Taz had spent the day reorganizing his home in preparation for winter. Since the festival it had dawned on him that all the people he had met so far were well organized and while he had got by on sheer luck, he knew that luck would only get him so far and getting by on his happy go lucky outlook on life would eventually prove a naïve notion. He collected a jar off of the side and looked out of the window of his home which accessed a beautiful view of the open plain and then in the short distance, the rust colored expanse of the forest in all its fiery autumn glory.
The winds had grown much cooler in the days that followed and he was now extremely thankful for having bought a thicker set of attire to set out with. He slipped on the coat he had purchased from a tailors stall, paired with matching mitts and a scarf and then set out the door, hugging the hefty jar close. Even garnished with all the new weather appropriate garments the chill somehow still managed to weave through the fibers. He shuddered gently and snuggled his way through the dense wood until the sound of a stream caused his ears to twitch just slightly.
Just what he was looking for. He wandered in the direction of the trickle of the nearby stream and loosened the lid on the jar he was carrying in preparation to collect a fresh portion of drinking water.
