"You'll find a way around it. Our powers are mostly driven by emotion. If I get angry or scared, bad things can happen. You should have seen how I left the<i>hijo de puta</i>that trapped me for 10 years back in Spain. I still don't remember most of what I did. It... just happened." Calista confessed, sounding somewhat ashamed of her actions. While she didn't specify exactly how she dealt with the guy, it sounded bad enough that it made her want to forget the harrowing experience entirely. With a sigh, Calista sat down next to Dominika and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her back.<br/><br/>"Well, and I don't want my glamour to fade. This is not my true form, you see. It was my human form back in the day. Some of my sisters tried to convince to drop the glamour, but I still enjoy the humanity I have left. They've gone full-demon." Calista explained, glancing at them as if this was the most normal she'd had with people. "It's a hierarchy thing back in hell... or so I've been told. I'm on the lower tier of hellish beings. We were once considered Satan's whores, after all. But that's just the version the church gave to the people so they could have someone to blame for all the shit that was happening back then. It's always Satan," she said, shaking her head with an awkward laugh.<br/><br/>"Forgive me. I don't have a lot of people I can talk about this with. Makes me excited to be able to talk openly about who I am and my abilities." Calista said softly, glancing at Veronica with a smile. "And to find a fellow witch here... and so many others with such wonderful abilities."<br/><br/>With a sigh, Calista stood up and opened her bag. She placed some invitations on the table that looked quite fancy on the table and offered them a shrug. "I know we just met, but perhaps we could get to know each other outside of all of this. I curated an exhibition at the History Museum downtown and it would be lovely to have someone there for me. You don't have to come if you don't want to, but the invitation is open."