06-05-2008, 02:32 AM
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At the answer to his question Jasper turned his nose up, deciding that there would be little harm in just leaving the organ in the other pot and pretending like he'd simply forgotten all about it. That, or his luck, Ahren would find it and fish it out for him. The stew though, that was what really mattered. He nodded his head as his father listed off everything that they would need, making mental note of it, which would be an easy thing for him to remember. Jasper would do most anything for stew for certain, hell, he even dreamed about it sometimes. "Ok!" Spoken like a little soldier. He was up and away before anything else could really be said, only lingering long enough to grab hold of his wagon and go rushing off past the older male. The wine, the salt and the pot would be the easiest things for him to find, followed by the onion and the potatoes. The rice and carrots though, Jasper hadn't the faintest idea where to being looking. He went for the pot and the wine first, both of which he knew exactly where to find, the city. It only took a small bit of rummaging through some houses to finally find them, a long with a small container of salt and, luckily for him, he knew that the potatoes and onions wouldn't be far. It was on the very outskirts of the city that he could recall seeing the farm, an old and broken down barn surrounded by a wooden fence. He remembered it because, at some point while walking one night, the scarecrow that stood in the garden had frightened the hell out of him. A little digging was all it took for him to find his treasures, which he placed with care into the wagon with the rest of his items, even grabbing extras to bring along just in case. It was on his way out of the garden that he spied them, the faint orange color that peeked faintly through the dirt. The rain had washed away the top layer, revealing them at some point or another. Plucking a few from the ground, he loaded them into the wagon and began on his way. It was as he passed the barn door that he found the last treasure, a very large burlap sack of rice. He knew, because it said so on the outside.  Along with a few other sacks of whatever it was, one which included flour! Loading those up onto his wagon, the young male practically sprinted back to where his father was. He'd taken quite a while on his little journey though, and rather hoped that Ahren hadn't abandoned their camp in the event that he grew tired of waiting. "I got it!" He called out loudly, barreling through the trees toward the still going fire. |