Fenimore

[Other than having the rather entertaining memory of a love-letter mix-up between a couple of her friends associated with it (that had been fun), Valentine's Day doesn't mean anything in particular to Fenimore. So, not having any reason not to do it today, she heads out to investigate around the trees that encroach on the village boarders. She seems to be examining them pretty closely -- at one time, tugging at low-lying branches; at another, squatting at its base; and once actually climbing one.

While one could just ask her what the heck she's up to, a journal entry made when she heads back home gives a pretty good hint as to what she's looking for:]

Does anyone know where I could get firewood? As in regularly? I mean, other than by cutting down trees. That sounds like it's...not really a good idea here. [She's still pretty intimidated by Moro.]

[As usual, first journal comment claimed; action is open for probably pre-evented. Totes open now that she's been Always-In-Loved -- action probably pre-, journal post-.]