The events following the attack left Adonis with a feeling of excitement. It's been long since he felt the rush of a fresh kill or the threat of his life hanging in the balance. It felt normal. During his time here, everything felt like a dream ( a very peaceful one ) outside of running into the reincarnation of Loki himself - Kiyan. Often times than not the dragon wouldn't care about anyone safety but his own. But being here exposed him to the disease of caring especially for a handful of people - Kareem, Deandre and last but not least Kiyan. So here he was, standing at the mansion his friend called a home. Knocking on the door he waited to see the familiar face.

Orisa was sitting on one of the many benches that made a square around the statue. In her hand a crochet vest that she made absent mindedly while she drifted off into another lifetime - one full of pain and heartbreak. Shaking her head, she tried to rid those thoughts and stood up promptly. Looking around she would noticed a familiar face - Danny. He was one of the young men who came to her store when one of the dragon babies lost control of their powers. She never got to thank him that day and whats a better time than the present? Walking over towards him, a gentle smile made its way to her face, "You might not remember me hon but you helped me a great deal back at my shop. I wanted to thank you - let me buy you lunch?"