It was as Calista was lounging and looking out her window that a great burst of wind blew past her, billowing in the diaphramous curtains which lined the windows pleasingly.  The winds were strong enough to knock over a pitcher of ambrosia as it blew into her villa.  When she turns around she sees a young prepubescent boy with lovely features and golden lockes standing in the middle of a pleasing mosaic of an open shell left over from when Aphrodite was this villa's mistress.  He seemed troubled, taking a second to glance up, his eyes affixing on Calista.  That is when she knew who he was.<br/><br/>Hermes was a fickle immortal... always traveling at nigh unimaginable speeds.  Because of this he appeared as different ages at different times.  Always he was young... once appearing as a five year old boy... at his oldest he appeared in his young twenties.  At least until recently.  His focus was quite intent for such a young boy.  He carried a small bronzen and aged rod, a caduceus... a focus of his power.  One way to always spot him were his eyes... they positively glowed a radiant amber energy.  Something else about Hermes was when he did move, he seemed to blur from time to time.  The way the wings of a dragonfly at rest might blur occasionally.  His voice, as well... sounded as if it were sweetly whispered by a legion.<br/><br/><em>"It is your father.  He sent me on an envoy... I havent seen him since then.  I am not sure what has happened to him."</em>