Fuu had been waiting for this morning. Not 'this morning, whatever date it is, if we could just borrow Miss Abigail's calendar', but the day of the first frost. She had been doing some experiments with sewing cast-off fur and fluff from the sugar glider and birds into some of the fallen leaves--her skills weren't up to making a proper coat, but a lined cloak was better than nothing.

Despite the ominous reminder that winter was approaching, though, Fuu was a little sad when it all vanished the next day; it had been rather pretty... but that was soon replaced by concern when she noticed that the firefly in her and Sir Owain's apartment was doing rather poorly. As were the fireflies elsewhere in the Tree...

Fuu wasn't sure how to treat a firefly cold, but she could be found flitting here and there, carrying cups of honey and water... or up on Miss Chime's floor, tucking some of her experimental capes under the mounts to warm up.