Hephaestus was adamant.  "I have to.  With you around me, you are in danger as well."  He really did worry about the things which might come across his lovely daughter.  Sexual situations... like the one dealing with Poseidon were far too common.  He found himself distracted by her as she slipped forward and closely to him.  She kissed his cheek as she suggested she could come along.  Being able to speak to Hermes for him.  He did have curious gaps in his memories which needed to be filled out.  It was there that Hephaestus feared the real answer as to who the assassin who had sprung upon him would be.  "Of course you can come.  I could always use your aid."  In truth, Hephaestus was getting more ridgid with his perceptions.  Sometimes having a younger eye meant understanding more than his own could see.  Such extreme age could give one problems... weighing one man down.<br/><br/>After she got ready he walked them over to a short bridgeway which wound to a very large, firey torch.  "I asked him to meet us at the Gobi desert.  We want our meeting to be private."  Reaching out, he touched the side of her face.  He always felt privaledged to have her by his side.  Then he reached out and took her hand.  With that the two walked toward the huge bonfire before them.  The raw element exploded into force Hephaestus used to whisk them way through private elemental ley lines to cross the entire world in only moments.  They exploded out a fiery explosion along a very long ridge.<br/><br/>Flanked on both sides with almost empty desert, the sun cresting the long ridgelined dune made it so one side still glowed in fiery sunlight, the other was in cold shadow.  Between the two winds whipped along between.  Hephaestus and Calista walked along the still hot, sun drenched side awaiting.  Hermes being a being of wind would appear on the shadowy side... which they didnt have to wait long for him.  Multiple lightning bolts struck the ridge over and over in one spot.  There formed Hermes, still in his older... that is twenty something aged.  His silky blue robes whipping around him like his whisping blond hair in the winds generted between the two immortals so far from most sources of immortal intelligence.  They were still a bit away, but Calista was closer to Hermes as he formed.  Making it easy for her to approach the messenger and traveler immortal before Hephaestus could.