Green Dragons and the Ways of the World - Chapter 5
Chapter Summary: Thread returns, and where is there firestone to be found? And are two, or three transferring to a more southern Weyr?
“I’ve never seen anything like this before....” The current Masterfarmer said. “The grubs got awfully excited, and the next thing we knew, there wasn’t much evidence anything had actually been on the ground.”
“Was anyone hurt?” K’haru asked, looking around the small hold concernedly. The dragonriders had already let them down in their time of need.
“Luckily, once someone saw something strange falling from the sky, they sounded the alarm and had everyone take cover.” Marlon said.
“It’s just not possible that Thread has returned...” K’haru said quietly.
“And yet, from the lore and the written histories, it’s exactly what it sounds like.”
“The firelizards were awfully excited....” Karya, Marlon’s wife, put in quietly. “I got some fanciful images from Cary here.” She stroked the little, sleeping brown firelizard draped around her neck.
K’haru leaned against the nearest wall. “It doesn’t matter which Weyr you talk to, we don’t know where, or even if firestone still exists on the planet. In theory, we couldn’t have used it all up, but with not having needed it in hundreds upon hundreds of turns....” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “There wasn’t any indication of this going to happen.”
“You couldn’t have known. The Weyrs have all but been closed. Could the AIVAS have been wrong in it’s calculations?” Karya asked.
“I would like to think that it wasn’t, but....” The men nodded. It was always a possiblity. “I’m going to send my sons to Eastern. They’re good with numbers, and that puts them close to the AIVAS terminals so they can double check our ancestors’ findings. I can’t imagine fifty years of this...especially with our main defense force without firestone.” K’haru frowned. “I’ll have all the riders out looking for it though.”
“Well, with the grubs active, it almost seems that we don’t need the dragons...” Marlon said, then realied his faux pas. “I mean....” He cleared his throat.
K’haru gave him a self-effacing grin. “You’re not the only one to have voiced that opinion. They’re just like any other species though. They have the urge to reproduce, and they do. Thankfully, even with the greens breeding, we’re not over populated.” K’haru frowned. “Usually, near the begginning of a Pass, queens start rising more often, and producing more eggs. The clutches have remained small in the last few turns....” He mused.
“Perhaps because of what you just said about the greens breeding as well?” Karya asked. “Think about it, if all the females are producing clutches, then the queens don’t need to produce large clutches to make up for the fact that, in past times, the greens didn’t produce eggs.”
K’haru laughed. “I never thought of it that way. Thank you for informing me of this. I’ll let the other Weyrs know what’s happened.” He stood upright once again, and nodded in farewell as he walked back to his waiting dragon.
Thread falls again?
“Unfornately, Sarmoth.” K’haru said aloud as he mounted. “Please bespeak Hiroth and Kaorth and have their riders meet me at Eastern in an hour.”
Done. They will be there.
An hour later, K’haru met his sons at the dining area of Eastern Weyr. The two young men saw their father, sitting at one of the far tables, looking grim. S’haru sat down across from him, and M’haru sat next to his half brother.
“What’s wrong?” S’haru asked without preamble.
K’haru looked at the two with steely blue eyes. Only M’haru had inherited his father’s eye color. S’haru had deep green eyes that were from his mother. Even though they were different colors, his sons’ eyes held a similar grim look, as if they already knew something was not good. “Thread falls again.” He said simply.
Neither young man reacted to that statement. M’haru looked down at the table. “Hiroth was saying Akayath said something about the Red Star and the Star Stones a few weeks ago. It was right before her mating flight. Ren told me that she woke him up to see the conjunction. He shrugged it off as a whimsy on her part.”
S’haru looked at his brother. “That would mean that the AIVAS calculations for pushing the planet were wrong.” He stated boldly. “Or something has pushed it back towards Pern.” He looked at his father. “That’s why we’re here, right? To double check the calculations and see if we can resolve this situation?”
K’haru nodded. “Exactly. I’ve already spoken with the Leader of Eastern, and the Headwoman is looking for quarters for you here.” He looked at M’haru. “They said they could accomadate your weyrmate as well, if you’d like him to join you as well.” He spat out the pronoun as if it were a curse. M’haru bristled a little at it, but he was used to shrugging off the insults and the looks. He knew he wasn’t normal, and in front of most people, he would revel in his not so normal choices. It was a bit different when faced with his father.
“This affects the whole world.” M’haru said quietly. “There’s no need to drag Ren down here as well. Besides, I usually work better alone. I’ll make an exception for S’haru though.”
K’haru nodded. “I had best return, then.” He drained the last bit of the wine in the glass that been before him that he had been staring at since before his sons arrived.
The two watched as their father left.
S’haru looked at his brother. “You would let Ren stay up north while we work down here?”
“I don’t like the idea any more than you. In fact, I hate the idea.” The idea of staying anywhere without his weyr - and bed- mate, tore M’haru up inside.
“M’haru, you know you can’t please father.” S’haru said quietly.
“I can get some points in my favor.” M’haru said. “And I think that did it.”
“And if Akayath takes off on a mating flight while we’re here?”
M’haru frowned. He hadn’t thought of that. He remembered the fears Ren had before she’d taken off on her first one.
S’haru sighed. “You didn’t think that through, did you? Don’t you recall what an emotional wreck he was even before he Impressed? Honestly, you’re the best thing that’s happened to him.”
M’haru blinked. “I can’t really see how....”
“I think you can and won’t...or can’t...admit it to yoruself.” S’haru said, a knowing look in his eye as he arose.
M’haru just stayed seated, sitting quietly.
We’re not going home? Hiroth asked of his rider.
This is home for now. M’haru informed him. He received a faint sense of disappointment from his dragon. It was enough to stir M’haru out of his stupor and to find where his quarters would be. Walking out into the sunlight, he bumped into a young woman carrying a tray of fresh fruits for the dining hall.
“Ah!” She cried as she lost her grip on one side of the tray. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going, stupid blue rider!”
“Why weren’t you?” M’haru shot back, though he was polite enough to help pick up the spilled fruits.
“Because there’s nobody usually here at this hour. Evening meal is hours away yet.” She said, rebalancing the tray. Once she stood up straight, M’haru noticed she was wearing the knot of a green rider. “What are you doing here, anyway? I haven’t seen you before, now that I think about it.”
“You always shoot your mouth off before your brain?” M’haru asked. “And I’ve been transferred, if you must know. M’haru, rider of blue Hiroth, formerly of Telgar.” He introduced himself. “And you would be?”
The lady had the decency to look slightly abashed at her lack of manners. “Tomoka, rider of green Jennath.” She finally introduced herself.
“And why are you helping out the kitchen?” M’haru asked, taking the tray before she could drop it again. “Show me where to put it.” He said, heading back into the dining hall.
“Part of my duties. Don’t some of the riders in Telgar help out in the lower caverns?” She asked. “Everyone pitches in here, rider or not.”
“I see.” M’haru said. “Well, I just got here, and we’re actually on an assignment from our Weyrleader.”
“I heard Thread is falling again.”
M’haru nodded. “There were reports from the farmlands. The crop was spared thanks to those grubs. It means that something screwed up the AIVAS’ calculations, or it was wrong in the first place.”
“I find that hard to believe.” Tomoka said, eyeing this newcomer. He was handsome enough, maybe he’d be willing to share her weyr with her.
He’s taken. Jennath was quick to inform her rider. He leaves a weyrmate at Telgar, Hiroth tells me. Tomoka suppressed her feeling of disappointment.
“My brother and I were sent to see if we can find the error.” Tomoka cheered up again at the idea of this guy’s brother. Perhaps he was just as handsome.
The brother is unattached. Jennath informed her. Seems to have a yearning for someone, but during her dragon’s mating flight, another caught her.
That’s always disappointing, isn’t it? Tomoka asked.
“The dragons are gossiping, huh?” M’haru asked, a slight smirk on his face. “Sorry, m’dear, I’m taken.”
“It doesn’t matter when a mating flight is involved.” Tomoka pointed out.
“Hiroth won’t be chasing any of Eastern’s greens, thank you. Unless you happen to have one of the rare male green riders?” He asked. Tomoka blanched. He was that way. “That’s what I thought.” He stood up. “Nice meeting you, Tomoka, rider of green Jennath. I’m sure our paths will cross again.” He strode out of the building in search of either the Headwoman or his brother. Hopefully another incident like that wouldn’t happen again.
Above him, two dragons, a blue and a green popped back in from between. M’haru looked up and blanched when he recognized the two beasts. The dragons made for the open clearing that was used for landings and take-offs. The riders dismounted, and strode straight for M’haru.
It took M’haru aback when he was punched in the face by Ren. “What the...” He breathed out as he reeled from the shock and force. He hadn’t realized his weyrmate was that strong.
“You’re just going to abandon us. I understand the part about the calculations and being near the computers, but....to leave us there....” Akayath roared in anger, expressing the rage her rider was having trouble doing.
“Ren...listen...” M’haru tried to say, tasting a bit of blood in his mouth.
“Is this it? You’re going to leave us to riders that are going to be disgusted with us? You’re one of the reasons I still have my sanity in tact!”
“.....This isn’t making a good case for that one right now.” M’haru mumbled. “I wanted to show my father that I could survive without you.” He said quietly, pulling the slightly taller man in his arms.
Hiroth was nuzzling Akayath, trying to calm her.
You’d think she had a clutch eaten by tunnel snakes. Hiroth said to his rider.
S’haru had stood back from this while the action was going on, he smiled a little.
“What is all the commotion?” A rather tall man, with a stern face walked up. “Why is that green in such a state?”
S’haru stepped forward. “You must be K’itsu. I’m S’haru, rider of blue Kaorth. M’haru and I were transferred from Telgar to resolve the Thread problem. That over there is M’haru, rider of blue Hiroth and my half-brother, and his weyrmate, Ren, rider of green Akayath.” He introduced them. “M’haru was about to abandon his weyrmate at Telgar. I couldn’t let that happen....This has ensued.” He brought K’itsu up to speed.
K’itsu frowned at the commotion. “Well, please calm down that dragon.” Akayath was not quite keening, but she wasn’t roaring at everyone now.
M’haru stood up, wiping the blood from his split lip with his tunic’s sleeve. “I apologize. I was about to make a selfish decision.”
S’haru smiled. “You don’t anger a green rider.”
“I know that now...” M’haru said, a bit abashed.
K’itsu had a hint of a smile on his face. “Well, I assumed when K’haru told me that one of his sons had a weyrmate, that she would come along as well, so you have a double quarter.”
M’haru coughed as Ren walked up to him, and slid his arm around Ren’s waist. K’itsu stared for a moment, then nodded in understanding when he saw the shoulder knot on Ren’s tunic. S’haru had a bit of a grin on his face. He had known something like this would happen. He always wondered why M’haru sought approval from their father, though knew he wouldn’t get it.
“Anyway, when you’re not at Landing, you will have duties to do here at the Weyr, plus we are forming wings to search for firestone.” K’itsu said. “The evening meal is in an hour.” He looked at M’haru. “Plenty of time to clean up.” He walked off to go attend to his other duties.
S’haru shook his head. M’haru looked over at his brother. “I don’t know whether to hit you or embrace you.”
“I’d prefer neither, just a ‘thank you’.”
“Thank you.” M’haru and Ren both chorused..
“I wouldn’t be here if S’haru hadn’t told me what was going on.” Ren explained. “And, I’m sorry for hitting you.”
“I just might have Hiroth take that one up with you.” M’haru said, grinning. “Though....Akayath isn’t proddy, is she?”
“I am not going to dignify that with a response.” Ren said. “Besides, I’d like to get cleaned up as well.” He smirked back at his weyrmate. “Perhaps if you’re lucky, I’ll even bring you some numbweed for that split lip.” He ran his finger over the injury he’d caused. “Really, M’haru, haven’t we had this discussion before?”
“You didn’t hear the way he refers to you. I was hoping by being here alone he would be slightly more approving.”
“You are what you are, nothing more, nothing less. You should be glad that you at least still have your parents.” Ren said, a sad look crossing his face.
“Well, one of them, anyway. My mother died in childbirth. Some think that’s why I act out like I’ve been known to do. That’s why I don’t pay attention to the day of my birth. With her went a queen dragon.”
Ren squeezed M’haru’s shoulder. “It was not your fault. I’m sorry to hear that though. Is that why you’ve sough approval?” M’haru nodded.
“Yeah. Are you going to tell me what S’haru tells me all the time?”
“What would that be?” Ren asked.
“To stop doing that and just be myself.”
“S’haru has good advice on occasion.” Ren told him. “I like you because you’re you. Where would I be without you, after all? Besides, you may not have known this, but I’m pretty good with numbers as well. I can help with this endeavor, and we should be able to find out why Thread has returned.” He chuckled. “It’s usually the bronze and queen riders that get the glory for something like this, and here we, a lowly green rider and blue riders are going to be the ones to solve this.”
“I’ve never seen anything like this before....” The current Masterfarmer said. “The grubs got awfully excited, and the next thing we knew, there wasn’t much evidence anything had actually been on the ground.”
“Was anyone hurt?” K’haru asked, looking around the small hold concernedly. The dragonriders had already let them down in their time of need.
“Luckily, once someone saw something strange falling from the sky, they sounded the alarm and had everyone take cover.” Marlon said.
“It’s just not possible that Thread has returned...” K’haru said quietly.
“And yet, from the lore and the written histories, it’s exactly what it sounds like.”
“The firelizards were awfully excited....” Karya, Marlon’s wife, put in quietly. “I got some fanciful images from Cary here.” She stroked the little, sleeping brown firelizard draped around her neck.
K’haru leaned against the nearest wall. “It doesn’t matter which Weyr you talk to, we don’t know where, or even if firestone still exists on the planet. In theory, we couldn’t have used it all up, but with not having needed it in hundreds upon hundreds of turns....” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “There wasn’t any indication of this going to happen.”
“You couldn’t have known. The Weyrs have all but been closed. Could the AIVAS have been wrong in it’s calculations?” Karya asked.
“I would like to think that it wasn’t, but....” The men nodded. It was always a possiblity. “I’m going to send my sons to Eastern. They’re good with numbers, and that puts them close to the AIVAS terminals so they can double check our ancestors’ findings. I can’t imagine fifty years of this...especially with our main defense force without firestone.” K’haru frowned. “I’ll have all the riders out looking for it though.”
“Well, with the grubs active, it almost seems that we don’t need the dragons...” Marlon said, then realied his faux pas. “I mean....” He cleared his throat.
K’haru gave him a self-effacing grin. “You’re not the only one to have voiced that opinion. They’re just like any other species though. They have the urge to reproduce, and they do. Thankfully, even with the greens breeding, we’re not over populated.” K’haru frowned. “Usually, near the begginning of a Pass, queens start rising more often, and producing more eggs. The clutches have remained small in the last few turns....” He mused.
“Perhaps because of what you just said about the greens breeding as well?” Karya asked. “Think about it, if all the females are producing clutches, then the queens don’t need to produce large clutches to make up for the fact that, in past times, the greens didn’t produce eggs.”
K’haru laughed. “I never thought of it that way. Thank you for informing me of this. I’ll let the other Weyrs know what’s happened.” He stood upright once again, and nodded in farewell as he walked back to his waiting dragon.
Thread falls again?
“Unfornately, Sarmoth.” K’haru said aloud as he mounted. “Please bespeak Hiroth and Kaorth and have their riders meet me at Eastern in an hour.”
Done. They will be there.
An hour later, K’haru met his sons at the dining area of Eastern Weyr. The two young men saw their father, sitting at one of the far tables, looking grim. S’haru sat down across from him, and M’haru sat next to his half brother.
“What’s wrong?” S’haru asked without preamble.
K’haru looked at the two with steely blue eyes. Only M’haru had inherited his father’s eye color. S’haru had deep green eyes that were from his mother. Even though they were different colors, his sons’ eyes held a similar grim look, as if they already knew something was not good. “Thread falls again.” He said simply.
Neither young man reacted to that statement. M’haru looked down at the table. “Hiroth was saying Akayath said something about the Red Star and the Star Stones a few weeks ago. It was right before her mating flight. Ren told me that she woke him up to see the conjunction. He shrugged it off as a whimsy on her part.”
S’haru looked at his brother. “That would mean that the AIVAS calculations for pushing the planet were wrong.” He stated boldly. “Or something has pushed it back towards Pern.” He looked at his father. “That’s why we’re here, right? To double check the calculations and see if we can resolve this situation?”
K’haru nodded. “Exactly. I’ve already spoken with the Leader of Eastern, and the Headwoman is looking for quarters for you here.” He looked at M’haru. “They said they could accomadate your weyrmate as well, if you’d like him to join you as well.” He spat out the pronoun as if it were a curse. M’haru bristled a little at it, but he was used to shrugging off the insults and the looks. He knew he wasn’t normal, and in front of most people, he would revel in his not so normal choices. It was a bit different when faced with his father.
“This affects the whole world.” M’haru said quietly. “There’s no need to drag Ren down here as well. Besides, I usually work better alone. I’ll make an exception for S’haru though.”
K’haru nodded. “I had best return, then.” He drained the last bit of the wine in the glass that been before him that he had been staring at since before his sons arrived.
The two watched as their father left.
S’haru looked at his brother. “You would let Ren stay up north while we work down here?”
“I don’t like the idea any more than you. In fact, I hate the idea.” The idea of staying anywhere without his weyr - and bed- mate, tore M’haru up inside.
“M’haru, you know you can’t please father.” S’haru said quietly.
“I can get some points in my favor.” M’haru said. “And I think that did it.”
“And if Akayath takes off on a mating flight while we’re here?”
M’haru frowned. He hadn’t thought of that. He remembered the fears Ren had before she’d taken off on her first one.
S’haru sighed. “You didn’t think that through, did you? Don’t you recall what an emotional wreck he was even before he Impressed? Honestly, you’re the best thing that’s happened to him.”
M’haru blinked. “I can’t really see how....”
“I think you can and won’t...or can’t...admit it to yoruself.” S’haru said, a knowing look in his eye as he arose.
M’haru just stayed seated, sitting quietly.
We’re not going home? Hiroth asked of his rider.
This is home for now. M’haru informed him. He received a faint sense of disappointment from his dragon. It was enough to stir M’haru out of his stupor and to find where his quarters would be. Walking out into the sunlight, he bumped into a young woman carrying a tray of fresh fruits for the dining hall.
“Ah!” She cried as she lost her grip on one side of the tray. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going, stupid blue rider!”
“Why weren’t you?” M’haru shot back, though he was polite enough to help pick up the spilled fruits.
“Because there’s nobody usually here at this hour. Evening meal is hours away yet.” She said, rebalancing the tray. Once she stood up straight, M’haru noticed she was wearing the knot of a green rider. “What are you doing here, anyway? I haven’t seen you before, now that I think about it.”
“You always shoot your mouth off before your brain?” M’haru asked. “And I’ve been transferred, if you must know. M’haru, rider of blue Hiroth, formerly of Telgar.” He introduced himself. “And you would be?”
The lady had the decency to look slightly abashed at her lack of manners. “Tomoka, rider of green Jennath.” She finally introduced herself.
“And why are you helping out the kitchen?” M’haru asked, taking the tray before she could drop it again. “Show me where to put it.” He said, heading back into the dining hall.
“Part of my duties. Don’t some of the riders in Telgar help out in the lower caverns?” She asked. “Everyone pitches in here, rider or not.”
“I see.” M’haru said. “Well, I just got here, and we’re actually on an assignment from our Weyrleader.”
“I heard Thread is falling again.”
M’haru nodded. “There were reports from the farmlands. The crop was spared thanks to those grubs. It means that something screwed up the AIVAS’ calculations, or it was wrong in the first place.”
“I find that hard to believe.” Tomoka said, eyeing this newcomer. He was handsome enough, maybe he’d be willing to share her weyr with her.
He’s taken. Jennath was quick to inform her rider. He leaves a weyrmate at Telgar, Hiroth tells me. Tomoka suppressed her feeling of disappointment.
“My brother and I were sent to see if we can find the error.” Tomoka cheered up again at the idea of this guy’s brother. Perhaps he was just as handsome.
The brother is unattached. Jennath informed her. Seems to have a yearning for someone, but during her dragon’s mating flight, another caught her.
That’s always disappointing, isn’t it? Tomoka asked.
“The dragons are gossiping, huh?” M’haru asked, a slight smirk on his face. “Sorry, m’dear, I’m taken.”
“It doesn’t matter when a mating flight is involved.” Tomoka pointed out.
“Hiroth won’t be chasing any of Eastern’s greens, thank you. Unless you happen to have one of the rare male green riders?” He asked. Tomoka blanched. He was that way. “That’s what I thought.” He stood up. “Nice meeting you, Tomoka, rider of green Jennath. I’m sure our paths will cross again.” He strode out of the building in search of either the Headwoman or his brother. Hopefully another incident like that wouldn’t happen again.
Above him, two dragons, a blue and a green popped back in from between. M’haru looked up and blanched when he recognized the two beasts. The dragons made for the open clearing that was used for landings and take-offs. The riders dismounted, and strode straight for M’haru.
It took M’haru aback when he was punched in the face by Ren. “What the...” He breathed out as he reeled from the shock and force. He hadn’t realized his weyrmate was that strong.
“You’re just going to abandon us. I understand the part about the calculations and being near the computers, but....to leave us there....” Akayath roared in anger, expressing the rage her rider was having trouble doing.
“Ren...listen...” M’haru tried to say, tasting a bit of blood in his mouth.
“Is this it? You’re going to leave us to riders that are going to be disgusted with us? You’re one of the reasons I still have my sanity in tact!”
“.....This isn’t making a good case for that one right now.” M’haru mumbled. “I wanted to show my father that I could survive without you.” He said quietly, pulling the slightly taller man in his arms.
Hiroth was nuzzling Akayath, trying to calm her.
You’d think she had a clutch eaten by tunnel snakes. Hiroth said to his rider.
S’haru had stood back from this while the action was going on, he smiled a little.
“What is all the commotion?” A rather tall man, with a stern face walked up. “Why is that green in such a state?”
S’haru stepped forward. “You must be K’itsu. I’m S’haru, rider of blue Kaorth. M’haru and I were transferred from Telgar to resolve the Thread problem. That over there is M’haru, rider of blue Hiroth and my half-brother, and his weyrmate, Ren, rider of green Akayath.” He introduced them. “M’haru was about to abandon his weyrmate at Telgar. I couldn’t let that happen....This has ensued.” He brought K’itsu up to speed.
K’itsu frowned at the commotion. “Well, please calm down that dragon.” Akayath was not quite keening, but she wasn’t roaring at everyone now.
M’haru stood up, wiping the blood from his split lip with his tunic’s sleeve. “I apologize. I was about to make a selfish decision.”
S’haru smiled. “You don’t anger a green rider.”
“I know that now...” M’haru said, a bit abashed.
K’itsu had a hint of a smile on his face. “Well, I assumed when K’haru told me that one of his sons had a weyrmate, that she would come along as well, so you have a double quarter.”
M’haru coughed as Ren walked up to him, and slid his arm around Ren’s waist. K’itsu stared for a moment, then nodded in understanding when he saw the shoulder knot on Ren’s tunic. S’haru had a bit of a grin on his face. He had known something like this would happen. He always wondered why M’haru sought approval from their father, though knew he wouldn’t get it.
“Anyway, when you’re not at Landing, you will have duties to do here at the Weyr, plus we are forming wings to search for firestone.” K’itsu said. “The evening meal is in an hour.” He looked at M’haru. “Plenty of time to clean up.” He walked off to go attend to his other duties.
S’haru shook his head. M’haru looked over at his brother. “I don’t know whether to hit you or embrace you.”
“I’d prefer neither, just a ‘thank you’.”
“Thank you.” M’haru and Ren both chorused..
“I wouldn’t be here if S’haru hadn’t told me what was going on.” Ren explained. “And, I’m sorry for hitting you.”
“I just might have Hiroth take that one up with you.” M’haru said, grinning. “Though....Akayath isn’t proddy, is she?”
“I am not going to dignify that with a response.” Ren said. “Besides, I’d like to get cleaned up as well.” He smirked back at his weyrmate. “Perhaps if you’re lucky, I’ll even bring you some numbweed for that split lip.” He ran his finger over the injury he’d caused. “Really, M’haru, haven’t we had this discussion before?”
“You didn’t hear the way he refers to you. I was hoping by being here alone he would be slightly more approving.”
“You are what you are, nothing more, nothing less. You should be glad that you at least still have your parents.” Ren said, a sad look crossing his face.
“Well, one of them, anyway. My mother died in childbirth. Some think that’s why I act out like I’ve been known to do. That’s why I don’t pay attention to the day of my birth. With her went a queen dragon.”
Ren squeezed M’haru’s shoulder. “It was not your fault. I’m sorry to hear that though. Is that why you’ve sough approval?” M’haru nodded.
“Yeah. Are you going to tell me what S’haru tells me all the time?”
“What would that be?” Ren asked.
“To stop doing that and just be myself.”
“S’haru has good advice on occasion.” Ren told him. “I like you because you’re you. Where would I be without you, after all? Besides, you may not have known this, but I’m pretty good with numbers as well. I can help with this endeavor, and we should be able to find out why Thread has returned.” He chuckled. “It’s usually the bronze and queen riders that get the glory for something like this, and here we, a lowly green rider and blue riders are going to be the ones to solve this.”