An intensity reverberated as the doors of Asclepius’s Herbs cracked open, letting in an arctic blast that crept into every corner of the store, and Daphne found herself freezing in place. The water genasi was familiar with that feeling, the same one she had felt months ago before the other had mysteriously vanished into the background. But Daphne was sharp as a tack and had connected the dots on who the raven-haired stranger was — Pandora. What she hadn’t understood, however, was why the rift kept popping herself within the vicinity of not just the shop but Daphne herself. Did it have something to do with Medusa and the touch that she had placed on her? Though there hadn’t been much to support that idea and it left her constantly wondering what connection she had to them or if it was just fortuitous. Before turning, cerulean irises moved towards her peripherals in the rifts general direction and reminded herself that she was stronger now. But curses hardly world against the being that introduced them to this world in the first place, “Welcome back.”