Callista loved Paris, between the old history and easy navigation. She even looked how easy she could even walk the streets and get no more than a second look. Plus it was very easy for her needs to be met. Not mention it was easy for her to find food and other things that were chemical free, the french were very particular about there food and how it was prepared. Wandering the streets with her hair wrapped in a scarf she found at one of the many street fairs. Picking a an absolutely delicious pastry she wandered taking in all the smells and sites.<br/><br/>Coming up to a small bridge she saw a bunch of artists setting up. She had found herself on this bridge every night so far. Not only was the view spectacular but the particular group of artists she was drawn to. She stood back in the shadows just watching the one in particular. She was trying to figure out what she was attracted to. She was used to be attracted to strong men who knew what they are and what they wanted. But this man was if anything he was scrawny and unsure. His art was amazing but there was something else. He was maybe a whole 5'8 looked to weight more then 150 and his black hair was stringy and in his face as he worked tediously with his charcoal. She had seen his face up close one night when she dared to move closer. His skin was flawless except for a scar across his eyebrow that some how turned his angelic face a bit more rugged.<br/><br/>Tonight she dared to move closer to him maybe even talk to him. She knew she couldn't haven anything more than a friendship due to the fact she was immortal and that damn ichor that made the world turn in on itself and implode. Taking a deep breath she walked up to the artists booth and stood there staring at the artwork while watching the artist out of the corner of her eye.<br/><br/>Votre travail est très bon, combien pour cette peinture?<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">(Your work is very good, how much for this painting? )</span><br/><br/>Turning to the artist she put a big smile on and held out her hand. God she hoped her talked to her instead of ignoring her. She knew she could always take off her scarf but she wanted to do this on her own.<br/><br/>mon nom est Calista, quel est votre nom?<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">(my name is Calista,what is your name?)</span><br/>