As she sat considering, Calista would see a procession of Faithful as they gathered in attendence to Kore, known to others not as close to her as Calista was as Persephone.  She was dressed in her normal dark shades of burgandy... shades of pomegranites which had become so integral to her symbol.  She walked forward, lighting candles at the colosal statue of her mother.  She was known to be quite unforgiving of her father Zeus, though.<br/><br/>After lighting several candles at the feet of Demeter, she turned and swept the room with her dark eyes, immediately alighting on Calista.  Stepping forth, she walked toward her lightly, commanding her Faithful to give her privacy as she approached and finally settled down on the bench not far from where Calista sat.  Lowering her the transparent veils which shrouded her head, she glanced over at the fair headed and quite a bit younger immortal.<br/><br/>"How is your father?  I have heard he has been quite busy as of late."  Her Faithful kept thier respectful distance, as did all such followers.  Thier status shown clearly by the white tunics they wore as they attended to the business of the Immortals.