Calista was leaning looking over some notes as of project she should probably be working on. Being a younger immortal had made her a bit jaded over there living arrangements. Stuck in the caverns of the undercity she  knew the reason they were their but still. She was the front of there human business in charge of handling most things while her father did the forging and building. She knew her father was becoming more and more stressed with his position and many of the people he had spent centuries with were disappearing or ignoring the mortals.<br/><br/>Her father may be a strong man but he did not have the grace or looks of many of the immortals. However he was her father and she had a life long soft spot for him. She was lucky she got her looks from her mother she saw in her father whatever had drawn her mother too him. While her mother had infidelity issues. Calista promised not to abandon the only man who had ever cared for her beyond her looks. Beauty was a price she paid highly for. Another things most immortals shared was their vain nature. They wanted the prettiest, biggest and best stuff. Always living in opulent conditions never once thinking maybe they should tone it down and blend in.<br/><br/>She started penning a list of supplies she needed to pick up when she heard the hiss of steam from his braces. Something must not have gone right if he was walking in such as hurry. Turning her head her white blond hair flowing down over her other shoulder as she bent over the counter. While Calista had a slight passion for modern clothing she did her best to dress as most of the other immortals but with her own flare. Her shortened dress just covering her ass as she stood in her heels.  " Slow down or you'll hurt yourself Daddy" She said before turning back to her notes. Being a dutiful daughter she wouldn't pry into what was causing his mood until he was sat down and taken those damn braces off and made himself comfortable.