Ffyo stood in the middle of the Communication Hall, staring at the five Ranger hats floating gently in a circle around her. Each one glowed a different color. Each one carried a different kind of strength. She had seen them before. She had even used them before. But today felt different. Today, the room felt louder. Busier. More tangled than usual. Calls were coming in fast. Questions were piling up. Feelings were running high. And for a moment—just a moment—Ffyo felt the wob

Ffyo’s heart was weeping. Not loudly. Not in a way anyone else could hear. But inside, something was cracking. Not broken. Not gone. Just strained… like ice on a river that had carried too much weight for too long. Because Honey was in a bad way. And when someone you love is hurting, the world doesn’t feel steady anymore. The ground feels softer. The air feels heavier. And even the strongest Ranger can feel the wobble. Ffyo tried to keep moving. She showed up. She worked. She