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[biteoffherhead]

[If there's any question that may arise today, it's only one; "Moro, what the hell are you even doing."

For whatever peculiar reason, Moro is bringing mouthfuls of wood towards the village, leaving a fairly sizable pile of said wood stacked where villagers can clearly see it. The wood comes in many sizes; anything from a tangle of branches and sticks to thick and heavy logs that make even Moro pant a bit when she drags them into the pile. The time between each drop is rather large, and increases as the day goes on. Wherever she's getting this wood, it's rather deep in the forest.

Then again, that may be the point. She seems to be making an attempt to be helpful, so why not ask her about it?]

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[blessingone]

[She spots the wood during one of Moro's absenses though for the sake of actually interacting, near the end of such an absense and approaches it. ...Huh. Wonder who left this here? It does remind her of her plan to get Sokka to make her a woodstove, but right as Moro showed her how to find the wood, a lot happened and it had slipped her mind.

Maybe whoever put this here might let her take some of it if she asked....]

[biteoffherhead]

[Speak of the devil! She's coming back, mouth filled with as many branches as she could comfortably fit. She spits them onto the pile, noticing her new guest.]

[blessingone]

[Her new guest looks up at the sound of more wood landing on the pile and practically rises several inches off the ground when she sees Moro. Things might have gone fine back when Moro had helped her with showing her how to find the proper deadwood, but there was going to always be some extent of fear of a giant galf wolf who was also probably a god and defintiely was willing to kill humans if given reason. She didn't feel confident that Moro would appreciate the difference between humans and Ferines.

She scrambles back a couple of steps. Okay, she had looked back through the journals to find Moro's name in one of Moro's rare voice posts -- now how to address her?] G-greetings, Lady Moro. [...oh gosh was that respectful enough? Hurk. Maybe add in some kind of bow. This was nerve-wracking.] I didn't mean to disturb you.

[biteoffherhead]

I am nearly breaching your territory. If anything, I am the one disturbing you.

[...Although she sounds more pleased than apologetic about that.]

[blessingone]

[She holds up her hands, palms forward, in front of her in a gesture partially defensive and partially disarming.] Um...there's no problem. Feel free to, uh, breech all you need.

...What is all the wood for, if you don't mind me asking?

[biteoffherhead]

It litters the floor of the forest. Recent storms have knocked down the trees.

[blessingone]

Oh. [Hmm.] So...you don't have a use in mind for it?

[biteoffherhead]

I leave it to you humans. Consider it an act of... truce.

[blessingone]

[Her expression twitches into a frown briefly. She's not human, she's a Ferines. One of the people of the sea! Hmph.

But since she's still keeping from talking about it openly (and, really, the differences are pretty subtle), she doesn't correct Moro.] Thank you. We -- um, I accept? [...Is that what she's supposed to say for something like that?] If there's something I could do in return, I -- [...She stops, not quite sure how to put it.]

[biteoffherhead]

[lol nope human. You can try to correct her.]

Avoid the forest.

...I wrote up the reply and everything, I swear. /rewrites

[blessingone]

[Not probably worth it.]

Um. I can do that. As much as I can. Yes.